Drunken Sailor

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Virginia opened her eyes and took one last drag from her second cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray, "I won't deny that prison will be quite a problem for someone like me - pretty face, cardamine and a legionnaire past. I'd like to say that I'd rather kill myself in order to not be captured, but I'm probably too much of a wuss to shoot my head off anyway. Tried that already, obviously failed, so I had to make a run for it.", she chuckled and assessed dryly the fact that former Hellfire Legion members were not popular anywhere. Plus, she, with her temper, could probably get into trouble without these three aggravating circumstances.

"I'm trying to trust you, Morreti.", she said after a moment, taking a sip from her glass of scotch, "But my drug addiction objectively had more weight than why I hate being touched. Isn't the fact that I don't like it enough?". She reached for another cigarette and lighter, but then eventually just placed the cigarette in the metal case with the lighter. There were enough cigarettes for tonight, it seemed.
Instead she just took a light sip of scotch from her glass, "I understand the value of trust - whether you can trust someone or not - but private matters have nothing to do with it. I was able to command with it, I was able to fight and kill with it, I has no issues negotiating whatsoever... so, what's the problem exactly?".

Virginia finished her third glass of scotch and moved it to the nearly empty bottle, letting the alcohol work its trick in her body. She was doing everything she could to somehow concentrate on the conversation, but it was becoming more and more difficult.

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