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"what do you think I'm doing?" she looks at him like he's an idiot and pours him another glass, he's welcome to keep drinking.

The bottle is returned to the table, stationed between them. She takes a moment to savor the drink this time, as if she might actually enjoy it a little.

"Unless you mean a different unbeaten path in which case no thanks, I kind of like this one."

She finishes her drink, she has a feeling she'll look back over this tomorrow and see nothing but wrong move after wrong move but in the moment? everything she says sounds like a good idea.

FERNANDO SILPH

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She understands the concept but is unsure about how to apply it. It's a notion the rest of the world wraps their head around young and to her its not how the world works. There is no such thing. There are only nights and company and unless you hate that person you do not act so selfishly. She doesn't know how to convey this disconnect any better than she knows what will give her what she wants with him. What does she want even? She doean't know.

Isra pours him another drink but does not pourone for herself. She turns her glass upside down and looks him in the eye. "Fine." she's not entirely happy, but feels like anything else she says or does will only get lost in the space between them.

She stands, pushes her chair in and walks away. Headed out the door she'll only glance over her shoulder once to see if he follows. If she gets to choose, they aren't staying here.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Obviously." she calls over her shoulder, hand lingering on the door to hold it open for him. "This would be much easier if you were."

She's not entirely sure where she wants to go, lost in the haze of their conversation and just how much it managed to kill her mood already. She knows what she wouldn't mind and decides if he's going to say for her to talk well she might as well.

Isra stops and turns but the motion doesn't hold the fluidity she normally carries. It might not seem obvious to many but anyone who deals with her on a regular basis can see it. It's getting to her. "If we're going to keep drinking like that it's not happening public." her hands are on her hips. "Once I start talking I don't stop, I know it, I know it's a bad idea so I just won't let it happen."

A heel taps against the ground until the motion seems to be bothersome even to her. "And remind me not to be nice to you. That's why I had you pick like that because at least that way it wasn't something you hated. Now I just wish I could push you into a river instead."

She probably would have regardless.

FERNANDO SILPH

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It takes her a moment to let the words sink in, partially because they have come to her before from other lips that made them mean more and her mind plays a trick on her. It gives them weight they do not carry and she knows it, or thinks she does and it is apparent on her face that she has done this dance before. The when the where and the who are not the same but she knows the part she plays in it has not.

"Just because you will doesn't mean I'll make you." she means it. The words are said with a tone as if that means something to her, like the idea of is important and she suddenly realizes what has slipped by her. Alcohol makes emotions easy because it makes her not think about them.

"I don't like your lessons, they're horrible. You should go home and fix your lesson plan before you try again." already attitude slips back in again, as if nothing has happened nothing has changed.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Only if there's wine involved." she crosses her arms over her chest, she's actually pouting over his response but she doesn't know how else to take it. "The other thing I want doesn't make sense." her brows furrow at herself and she looks down the street because she didn't think she had drunk that much but she had forgotten to account for the fact she hadn't eaten yet that night. There was nothing else in her system and her mood was on the high. It made her less likely to be solemn and thoughtful and much more likely to do whatever came to mind.

She looks back at him with a certain degree of uncertainty, because she teeters on an edges. He's almost killed her mood but not entirely and she's almost wary to keep the night go lest he kill it entirely.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"A piano to play while I drink the wine because I'm in a good mood and it makes me want to play." she states plainly. She knows it, like many things about her is a request that doesn't fit the scene. But she only fits the scene by pretending that she belongs and in truth she doesn't, not really. Between her good mood and the growing boredom she is no longer interested in the game of pretend. "I have one at home but you can be a bit if a killjoy." her mood never seems to last long around him, she wants to think that will change but he's already managed to agrivate her tonight when she had hoped to just have an enjoyable conversation.

A hand gestures to the street before them. "You know by now I like to talk, as long as you keep talking I'll keep following. So lead the way." she never told him no,not really. By now he should know to take that as a yes.

FERNANDO SILPH