Event- Antisocial Mary at a bar (open)

"Not cool." Mary growled, eyes probing the room for anyone staring at her. She took the straw out of her drink and sipped from the glass. She avoided looking at Cazz. Cazz knew Mary liked to keep to herself.

Cazz retracted back into her lap leaning back in the chair watching Mary squirm a bit. She knew Mary well maybe a bit too well. Slowly taking off her glasses she set them on the table a light tap on the table as they hit the wood. Running a hand through her hair she leaned back eyes closed. Enjoying the sounds of the bar nothing seemed to be to wrong in her world at the moment except for her paranoid girlfriend though she was sure that she would eventually get passed that with time.

(People need to join. It's hard to RP antisocial-ness with just Mary and her GF.)

"You stayed late at work today." Mary noted tonelessly. Probably some customer stopped to chat and wouldn't shut up or something.

"Yes I did... I am sorry."
Her eyes were still closed resting as she thought about the events of the day. Nothing less but annoying. Some kid insisted on trying to get her number until closing time. It made her upset to say the lest the little punk ass kid just could not really get it. He had been there every day since she told him about a great band.
"Same kid that's been trying to ask me out for the last year was in again. Relentless."

A smirk twitched at Mary's mouth again.
"He's persistent. You've tried telling him he's too young for you, that you have a girlfriend?" She wasn't worried about Cazz cheating or anything. It was unlikely she would, and even if she did, Cazz needed people more than Mary did. They wouldn't break up over it.

"Yes yes." She waved her hand about peeking open an eye to look at Mary. " He rebuttals with 'love has no bounds' and 'I am sure one night with me can change that all.' then a little wink and a move of his eyebrow... to make it all worse he is a ginger and has no soul. Ass grabber as well." Her eyes rolled slightly as she took another drink of the grape soda.

"You lesbians are looking more sketchy than usual." Vanity slid into the booth, watching the smirking girls at the other end of the table. He set down his glass of Fire-whiskey and watched them with hooded eyes. He carefully ran his fingers over the rim of the glass, studying the way they giggled and shifted.

Mary suppressed a grin. This was what happened when you got involved with people. You ran into idiots, well-intentioned, unavoidable idiots.

Vanity sat down and Mary immediately shrunk, making herself as unnoticeable as possible. She still wasn't completely comfortable with the man.

Cazz raised an eyebrow slowly sliding her glasses back onto her nose pushing them back up to where they were sitting comfortably. Looking at Vanity fully a small smirk from her face fading.
"What can I say? We sell drugs from out of my basement. Makes us good money." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

His face remained neutral as she spoke, only giving her a small roll of his eyes. "Cute." He commented dully, lifting the glass up and taking a small drink. His sleeve slid down his arm, revealing the marred skin underneath.
"What's wrong with you?" He questioned, focusing his attention directly on Mary.

"'M fine." She muttered, taking a sip of her drink and looking just to the right of Vanity's head. She didn't like socializing. People prying into your business, trying to wedge themselves into your life. She understood Vanity didn't mean any harm, but she didn't need to socialize. She didn't like feeling his eyes on her, judging her unkempt hair, black leather jacket, the shadowy corner of the empty bar she'd chosen, how she didn't talk much...

Cazz let out a small sigh smiling at her love for a moment eyes slowly drifting back to Vanity looking at his arm for a moment long before slowly looking away not really caring about his sickly looking arm. Her fingers slowly drew small swirls into the table trying to think of conversation to bring up.
"So how is life?"

"Eh." That was pretty much how he could describe it. Humdrum paper work, cubicles, bitchy coworkers and lots of complaining wizards who sucked at being wizards.

Mary debated ordering more shots. Perhaps if she was drunk enough, she wouldn't remember this. Maybe her latent psychology knowledge would come out and she could explain why she didn't need people. She could always BS it if asked, but that required talking, which meant people would be looking at her, listening to her, focusing on her.
Her eye caught on Vanity's arm, but she ignored it. If she had some noticeable injury, she'd prefer people didn't ask her about it. She nearly always treated others like she wanted to be treated, leaving them alone.

" Fun." Cazz said drily now ordering an alcoholic drink the grape soda was just not doing it for er any longer. Hanging out with him she was going to need a drink. Taking another drink of her grape soda. When her drink arrived she quickly took a few drinks of it becoming lightheaded. "Do you like gingers?"

"Gingers..." He repeated, tilting his head to the side and swirling his glass so the ice clinked against the sides. He had grown to like this weird combination-- firewhiskey and ice. He continued to stare off into space, deep in thought. Finally he came up with an answer- "that's a stupid question."

The corner of Mary's mouth twitched up in a nearly imperceptible smile for a second. Cazz wasn't trying to pass off the annoying kid on Vanity, was she? And drinking alcohol, that rarely happened. Tonight was probably going to be dramatic, one way or another.

(Are we both getting drunk? What would normal-Cazz drunk be like? Mary will be the extremest introvert ever.)

( I believe she is just going to get very dumb... starts to cry... a sad drunk.... I hate myself)

Cazz slowly took another drink a small smirk on her face. " No question is stupid.... just the people that can't answer them are."

Mary hid her grin in her drink.
"Gingers." She prompted. "Yes or no?" It was quite possibly the most syllables she'd ever said to Vanity in one sentence. She usually stuck to one syllable answers , only talking when he asked her questions.

"I dunno-- is this a kid you know?" He stared at the two over his glass suspiciously. He didn't trust this one moment, there had to be something up-- "...Is he ugly?" His face remained completely serious.

"Cute." Mary replied, taking a sip of her drink. She had no idea, she'd never seen the kid, but if it got him away from Cazz... He'd be bugging someone either way.

Cazz danced her fingers around on the table.
"Ehhh somewhat. He could be cuter." This was true she did watch him when he wasn't watching her. Seemed somewhat like a prankster.

He continued to watch the two, eyes flickering between their faces, attempting to spot any hidden snickers. He finally shook his head and leaned back. "I don't trust you." He replied bluntly, taking a drink and chewing on an icecube that slipped out.

Mary raised her eyebrows. Vanity was either perceptive or naturally suspicious. She might get along with him, eventually. She shrugged and sipped her drink. Hopefully the annoying kid would move on to bugging someone else soon.

Cazz snickered for a moment, bursting out in a small giggle fit a red tint to her cheeks from the small drink she happened to be nursing during the duration of the conversation. Setting the drink down at the table pushing it away slightly letting her glasses slide down her nose as she slumped in her chair a bit attention fully on Vanity.
"Well... Guess I am not trust worthy then."