01-16-2010, 06:02 PM
Lacey bit her lip to keep from yelling at him. He was laughing at her literally laughing and he wasn't trying to hide it. Lacey's Irish accent was quite clear in her speech when she decided to start yelling at him. It hadn't been like she'd been trying to hide it before but it came out a lot more when she was angry. "Don't laugh at me! And I'm not flattering you! Blond supermodels suck! They cheat on all kinds of woman just, because they can." While Lacey hadn't been in a lot of relationships she had been in one where she'd been the top jock's girlfriend in high school.
The only reason he had even asked her out was because she was different than almost all of the other girls in school. She hadn't pulled down her pants for every guy that walked her way. When he said that he'd talk to someone outside of the game she gaped at him. He was a human. Then she back tracked again. He sounded french or at least a little. It was like he was trying to hide his accent. Why? "Why are you hiding your accent?" She asked him anger dripping from the words. Lacey never liked it when people tried to hide something that was a part of them. And yet she was a hypocrite, Lacey would never tell him her name.
When he started tugging her forward she tried to pull back. Unfortunately females were naturally weaker than men. Something that irritated her greatly. The fact that all he had to do was grab her arm and drag her to the nearest jail only made her dislike him more. "Rae Moratelli." She answered without even thinking about it. "Wait, that's not the important part!" Bringing her head up she looked him in the eye. "Fight me, If I win I go free, if not you can haul me to jail or where ever else you want to take me." Her voice lowered a bit at the end so that she wouldn't draw everyone's attention.
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