you could be wilder, you're no fun at all.
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[ The pub in Oxford is just what she's looking for, quiet, dark, full of hippies and students and people who won't pay her the slightest bit of attention. Her gin and tonic is sitting in front of her, half drunk on the small, chipped table. Smoothing down the skirt of her dress, Sophia lights a cigarette, adding to the cloud of smoke in the room.
There's nothing much to do other than people watch, but with the week she's been having, it's little wonder that's what she wants to do. There's a man at the bar, tweed jacket rumpled, red smile catching her attention. Sophia uses her spare hand to rest her chin atop her palm, watches him talk to the barmaid like he's god's gift.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, she thinks, he's got a kind of charm about him. Nice to look at, to fill her idle thoughts with when she lifts her glass to her lips. ]
[ The pub in Oxford is just what she's looking for, quiet, dark, full of hippies and students and people who won't pay her the slightest bit of attention. Her gin and tonic is sitting in front of her, half drunk on the small, chipped table. Smoothing down the skirt of her dress, Sophia lights a cigarette, adding to the cloud of smoke in the room.
There's nothing much to do other than people watch, but with the week she's been having, it's little wonder that's what she wants to do. There's a man at the bar, tweed jacket rumpled, red smile catching her attention. Sophia uses her spare hand to rest her chin atop her palm, watches him talk to the barmaid like he's god's gift.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, she thinks, he's got a kind of charm about him. Nice to look at, to fill her idle thoughts with when she lifts her glass to her lips. ]