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These Brits sure were feisty, huh? Though Lillian wasn’t nearly as accepting of Ava’s own, personal peanut gallery as Liz was, it still made her smile that, despite all the talk about them as a whole, this Brit didn’t write off Ava by simply walking away. That, if nothing else, was proving all them anti-American stereotypes wrong. Though, Ava wasn’t an American herself. But Lillian obviously didn’t know that. Oh god, Ava’s starting to play the same game her brother does. God-fucking-dammit! She had to do something about that.

Oh, but of course, before Ava could jump at the chance, someone who happened to be sitting at the table that she and Lillian were, decided to open up his mouth. Who was he? And why the hell didn’t she or Lillian spot him when they sat down? Based off of how stereotypically-withdrawn this guy appeared to be, Ava’s first impression of him was that didn’t want to speak up. He seemed like one of those guys that chose to sit in the front of the class because it meant not having to deal with the troublemakers in the classroom. Ava never had any problem with those kinds of people. Hell, she was friends with a couple of them. Nice people when they want to be, but there were types in that same group that did it because they were a self-loathing, purposely-hateful collection of introverts that wanted everyone to feel sorry for them.

Ava couldn’t deduce which side of that spectrum this guy was. [color=mediumturquoise]“I’m being perfectly civil. Just tell him, Lillian,”[/color] Ava said, smiling, through her eyes, she teased Lillian. How’s that for listening? [color=mediumturquoise]“But, if it’ll make you feel all that much better, Mister...whatever your name is, we could take this--”[/color] 

As Ava attempted to finish that thought, someone interjected yet again. Seriously, these people budding in a conversation was getting old. [color=mediumturquoise]“What the hell do you want?”[/color] Ava snapped, her head whipping back. Only then did she realize who it was. She couldn’t remember his name, but the face seemed familiar. Where she met him wasn’t clear, but that would soon change as his lips moved and words flowed out of them. Apparently, he was Harvey and she met him at that boring party. [color=mediumturquoise]“Right, because I [i]totally[/i] remember you.”[/color] She rolled her eyes, not really listening to what he said. She only caught the last bit about novels and reading. Again, it bored her, though she just nodded and pretended to understand what he was saying. As far as he knew, she had been listening to every word. 

Taking just a moment to gather herself, Ava would lean back in her chair, trying not to be suffocated by the increasing amount of people at the table. She couldn’t vouch for the black guy, but she was getting a little antsy. Plus, she dared not bring the wrath from the librarian. [color=mediumturquoise]“So tell me, do you lot always choose the libraries to find friends? Or is this just one of those chance encounters I’ve read so much about?”[/color] Ava asked, though she wasn’t sure if they caught on that she wasn’t seriously wanting to know the answer to that question. She asked it purely for the shits and giggles.
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