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[b][u][color=f49ac2][center][h2]Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine[/h2][/center][/color][/u][/b]
Growing ever fatigued and annoyed as the seconds ticked by. Feeling like minutes to him by how little he wanted to be around. Donovan struggled to not just leave them both immediately, without responding. But he convinced himself, someone with such high class would converse even with the insignificant ones. He had to keep up his appearances, continuing to have a genuine smile and act interested in what this women had to say. Being able to fake sincerity better than anyone he knew. Realizing what he must of said previously, his rather embarrassing slip of the tongue was because this women was making him think of that girl. Only confirming how much he desperately needed a drink and to escape. Donovan cleared his throat a bit as he scratched his nose briefly taking a moment to regain his composure, just keeping his screw up to himself for the moment. Just letting her continue to talk while smoking her cigarettes.

However, calling him 'Pretty Boy' again crossed Donovan's patience threshold and something about her words just pissed him off. Assuming he hadn't already became indifferent to violence was certainly insulting his experience in the field and abruptly spoke up before she could say another sentence. [color=f49ac2]“I'm very sorry but I'll have to continue our conversation some other date. I'm quite exhausted from the day and I was meant to have a discussion with my teammates earlier and I promised to speak to them eventually. So I'm afraid I must be going...”[/color] Donovan turned away from them both started to leave. [color=f49ac2]“Very nice to meet you both.”[/color] Donovan quickly added, with his back turned as his face couldn't be any different from his pleasant sounding tone. Donovan quickly left and headed back into his semi-private room where he could finally be alone. As his parent's money had some lovely perks, being secluded away from the people he could hardly stand was his paradise.

Donovan sat down in his chair with a long frustrated growl and pulled out some of his fancy wine. Opening it and started to chug it straight from the bottle. When he was in this kind of mood and by himself he couldn't care less how uncivilized this behavior would be considered. Spending the next several minutes silently drinking, polishing off a half a bottle of highly alcoholic wine before putting the top back on and laying down in his bed rubbing his forehead. [color=f49ac2]“Daft wench.”[/color] Donovan cursed under his breath, slamming his fist down into his bed. 

[color=f49ac2]“God dammit. What do I have to do to prove that I'm superior?”[/color] He exclaimed still keeping his voice down enough to likely not be overheard unless someone was right outside. [color=f49ac2]“What the hell do I have to do, before I get back to where I'm supposed to be. No one should have authority over me beside my parents, everyone else is incompetent, thin-skinned or simply less worthy than me. Especially those cowards hiding in their ranks, hoping that by lessening my power I'm somehow forced to become subservient to those egotistical fools. Well their dead wrong...”[/color] Donovan ranted aloud to himself venting his anger. It felt cathartic to do so, just smiling afterward as he got under his covers and relaxed.[i][color=f49ac2]“Well tomorrow’s another day...”[/color][/i] He thought to himself, letting out a small chuckle.