Drunken Sailor

[Erremnart]

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Virginia watched his reaction and was ready for another fight - verbal or physical. Her eyes made that more than clear. Morreti's response made her even more alarmed and she folded her arms across her chest, "Fine.", ready to argue. The fact that Morreti decided to just walk off towards the pub took the wind out of her sails, after all she wasn't going to chase after him because of an argument. She knew the way home.

But as he walked away, the more professional part of her personality won out, and she turned on her heel and hurried after him to catch up. Her face still wore a somewhat annoyed expression, but this time she didn't look like she wanted to argue.

Virginia wasn't much for talking, and kept quiet on the way to the 'Bombshell' establishment. Her expression softened somewhat as they finally neared their destination and 'Bombshell' looked like one of the many Houston seed pubs she remembered. The sizzling neon lights over the otherwise nondescript entrance, the distant sound of loud music, and of course, there couldn't be a shortage of drunks and troublemakers smoking and arguing outside the entrance.

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