If her first impressions of the boy had been bad, they were nothing compared to what Pyotr thought when he replied. He squealed like an overexcited puppy, grinning idiotically... In hindsight, this may have been a mistake. She had two options; she could try and stick it out, enjoy the advantage of number and hopefully attract someone more reliable, or she could ditch him and try again.

. . . 

She went with option two. [b]'A-ah... Sorry, I think I mistook you for someone else...'[/b] There was no way she could stomach this much hyperactivity; Pyotr would have to find someone on her wavelength, even if it took a bit longer... Not that she had much time anyway. [b]'But no, that wasn't me. I'm looking for m-my... uh, yeah my friend from... school. Kinda.'[/b] Blatant lie though it was, it ought to be enough of a figleaf to cover her escape. Pyotr took a few tentative steps away, smiling blandly... and stopped when the guy appeared to be following her. [i]This is gonna be a pain in the arse... I'll feed him, then skip out while he's distracted.[/i] [b]'I... um... I'm really sorry for getting confused. Do you know where the nearest tavern is? My... friend might have gone there. I'll buy you dinner.'[/b] Despite her rosy smile, the inner Pyotr was sighing irritably. [i]Why the fuck did I have to do this to myself... Could at least have snagged a girl, would have been less creepy...[/i] And he [i]was[/i] creepy, if only by her own rather harsh standards. What kind of nutjob acted so airy-fairy hours after being sentenced to death in a damn game? Eager to wash her hands of the entire affair, she offered a fairly convincing fake grin. [b]'You look like you've been grinding, so you must be pretty hungry right?'[/b]

[@Animal]