"Now, that's a low blow." The blonde retorted as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Showed some interest? Next time, I'll remember to get a t-shirt printed. You know, just to make sure you get the message." Chuckling, Lola headed to the kitchen, yawning a little as she put some of the empty containers into the trash. For a student, she was fairly well housetrained. 

[i]What would have happened, had Caleb not beaten the living daylights out of somebody?[i][/i][/i] Now, that was an entertaining thought. A thought that she momentarily dabbled in, before nodding,"Vodka is the answer to everything. Apart from alcoholism. It's pretty bad for that." Scanning the room, Lola drummed her fingers against the worktop, wondering what to do. For a girl that was primarily used to being outside, being cooped up was quite a new experience.

Turning her focus back to Caleb, she frowned when he mentioned speaking to his boss again. "Yeah, yeah. He's your boss. I don't suppose that there is much you can do about it." Her words were blunt, and maybe an accurate account of what was currently buzzing through her mind. Sitting back down, she sunk into the cushions and even though she was staring at the television, her thoughts were diverted back to the bar on that fateful Friday.

[i]What would have happened?[/i] 

It was quite frustrating really, to have that thought constantly bouncing around in her mind. Biting her lip, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a mildly mischievous chuckle. Now, that would be a way to wear off some energy.

[b]Oh well.[/b]