"Scotty, I don't require rescuing," Irene said, glowering at the man. Who was he to come in here and ruin her fun? He, who had so cruelly rebuffed her. He was a cad, really, and Irene told him so.
She struggled a bit, trying to evade him, but his herding was successful. Irene pouted. At that moment, the bartender placed a huge, steaming plate of butter-laden pancakes on the bar with a flourish. "B-but my pancakes!"
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Date: 2010-02-14 09:54 pm (UTC)She struggled a bit, trying to evade him, but his herding was successful. Irene pouted. At that moment, the bartender placed a huge, steaming plate of butter-laden pancakes on the bar with a flourish. "B-but my pancakes!"