Sheeesh, relax, don't blow your head off about it. Is coffee really so bad? I'm more of a green tea girl myself, but to each their own! [This little tantrum is nothing much, and she feels not one bit of remorse. She's barely done anything! Jill leans back in her seat and crosses her legs, draping both arms over the sides of the booth. In spite of being the smallest person present she gives the impression of a callous street thug, perfectly at ease with pushing her company around.
When Nanu reprimands her she gives him a saucy wink.]
Oh don't be jealous. I know you saw me first, fair and square! I've still got the marks from the handcuffs to prove it.
[Said just in time for the waitress to catch. She takes their order, but eyes all three with extra disdain.
Those silent pleas for subtlety are heeded, at least until their server is gone. Jill watches her shuffle away with heavy-lidded eyes, sharp beneath the lashes. She closes her eyes a moment. There's something dragging at her hard, though it's abating now. Gloomy'd taken a hit of something. Or a drink. It's sloshing around her system somewhere. Jill's got a damn strong constitution, is capable of more fantastic feats than you'd expect from that slouching, stuttering mess named Toko, but hell. Even she's got limits.
She snatches her complimentary water and glugs it back in one go. There. Hydrating. That'll help.]
See, Weepley? [She gives him a pointed look.] It's easy. Just hork it back and don't choke. He's right about the chewing, though, at least for the food. If you don't mash that up before you swallow, you're gonna die in this hellhole.
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When Nanu reprimands her she gives him a saucy wink.]
Oh don't be jealous. I know you saw me first, fair and square! I've still got the marks from the handcuffs to prove it.
[Said just in time for the waitress to catch. She takes their order, but eyes all three with extra disdain.
Those silent pleas for subtlety are heeded, at least until their server is gone. Jill watches her shuffle away with heavy-lidded eyes, sharp beneath the lashes. She closes her eyes a moment. There's something dragging at her hard, though it's abating now. Gloomy'd taken a hit of something. Or a drink. It's sloshing around her system somewhere. Jill's got a damn strong constitution, is capable of more fantastic feats than you'd expect from that slouching, stuttering mess named Toko, but hell. Even she's got limits.
She snatches her complimentary water and glugs it back in one go. There. Hydrating. That'll help.]
See, Weepley? [She gives him a pointed look.] It's easy. Just hork it back and don't choke. He's right about the chewing, though, at least for the food. If you don't mash that up before you swallow, you're gonna die in this hellhole.