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 that's what kind of mood she's in!
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[/cell][cell][indent][sub]Ava was only kidding, of course. She knew Sami was more than capable in making a quality mojito. Plus, with the way he looked at her, even if it was in the usual way he was, he should know Ava by now that most of what she said was less than 10% of what she meant. There was an abundance of hot air that floated from her brain and out of her lips. She was word vomit personified, but at least having some sort of alcohol in her would speed along the process of not saying so much vomit but rather puke up [I]real[/i] vomit. And after all, isn't that what they were all here for?

As she twirled around in the stool, spinning it around until she made herself dizzy, Ava stopped just in time to see the most unwelcomed face from where she sat. 

Of all the people, [i]she[/i] had to strut on over.

Ava had to relax. It wasn't Josie's fault Ava hated her. Oh, wait, yes it was. It absolutely was that pinkiepie-looking bitch's fault. Giving Nate the boot when he was just trying to be honest with her was an act of war from Ava's seated vantage point. No amount of shared hobbies or even mutual friends -- yeah, she's looking at you Emilia -- could ever make Ava want to give her a chance. She would rather jump out of this window and let her blood paint the strip than to share a drink with her.

[color=9966cc]"On second thought, Sami, why don't you give me two mojitos. I'm suddenly feeling in the need of a fix."[/color] Ava shot her fiery, shaded glare at Josie for a solid three seconds before spinning in the stool and looking around the room.
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