"I guess I can learn to like grey. Oh, and my [b]stuff[/b] is not shit. It is highly important, and ever so slightly pretty [i]things.[/i]" With a roll of her eye's, she finished off her drink, deciding to wind up Caleb. It was just too much fun to resist. "You mean, you have a conscience?" Holding her hands up in mock surprise, she shook her head. "I did not see that coming."

The idea of having to stay with Caleb indefinitely brought a plethora of different emotions forward. Mild irritation, frustration, and more surprisingly, a kinda' deep seated relief. Plus, she was [i]almost[/i] starting to like him. Feeling the alcohol attempting to work it's magic, the blonde felt more then a little bit relaxed. 

"So, what's with the squeaky brunettes?" Lola asked bluntly. "What exactly is wrong with us blonde people? Or even our red headed friends?" Narrowing her eyes playfully, she swirled the ice around her glass with her straw. "Be incredibly [b]careful[/b] how you answer that."

Lola was genuinely curious about the type of girl that Blue seemed to be drawn to. Maybe it was easier to do the dirty and leave them if they were mind numbingly annoying to begin with. The inner workings of this mans mind certainly intrigued her, and she felt like she was getting somewhere in unpicking them. That, and because on a subconscious level, she found him rather delicious. Pouting, the young woman looked into her glass as though it was a telescope.

"[i]Empty.[/i]"