The Moosehead Tavern [2]

Awen

I flash a smile at him, fingering my hood, "Uh...nice to meet you too."

I blush a little, thankful he can't see it, and wonder what exactly he meant by all of that.

Joey

I clear my throat, "So. Where are you from, love? You seem a little off you're trolley," I smile.

Awen

I smile back even though he can't see me, "Here and there. Nowhere, really."

Joey

I nod, "Jolly," I smile. The bartender comes over and hands me another drink. I look at it, "What is this?"

"On the house," He nods.

I study it before pushing it away, "Rubbish. Again, I don't want to get sh*tfaced."

"What?" He takes it.

I roll my eyes, "Bloody hell! Drunk!" I explain, "It means drunk!"

Awen

I laugh a little at Joey before sipping my own drink. Sh*tfaced... Wow.

Joey

Sighing, I just stay with my water, remembering what happened the last time I drank...at the thought, I shudder before looking back at the girl, "I apologize if you can't understand one thing I'm saying. I don't want to sound like a Slag," I glance at the floor, smirking.

Awen

I flash a smile, "What's a Slag?"

Joey

I glance back up at her, "A b*tch, love," I simply reply, sipping my water.

Awen

I nod slowly. Could a guy even been a b*tch?

Joey

I think for a second before turning foward and resting my arms on the counter, "Yes."

Awen

I turn to him, "What?"

Joey

I shake my head, taking a sip of my drink, "I was just clarifying, love."

Awen

I nod and sip my drink too, sighing. Thought he read my mind or something...

Joey

I glance at her, "Awen, please remove you're hood, love?" I tug on it, "I want to see you're face."

Awen

I flash a smile and check to make sure the bartender. Looking around, I decide it's safer now than it would be if I fought him about this and hesitate before pulling my hood down to reveal my curly silver hair and emerald eyes. I avoid his gaze, looking down.