”Not sure if I wanna stick around for the next round, babe,” she muttered, scanning the blonde’s face. Cy wasn’t sure if it had been such a great idea to buy this round. Maybe Cy should stop frequenting these higher-end bars— too many intimidating people, not enough dancing.
“Elsa? I’m not gonna attempt that second part. What kinda name is that?” she asked. Well, it wasn’t too much weirder than Cy, but at least that was one syllable.
“Hey, I’m not nosy. I just assumed that you were a little less bitchy than you are and needed help,” she remarked. She figured, hey, she could be cold, too. Sensing that that last bit was about the closest thing to an apology she’d get, Cy nodded. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”
“Your name is not exactly the most common either. But I try not to judge people by name. It’s not as though we get a chance to pick them, they’re given.”
If she was fishing for a thank you, she wouldn’t be getting one. Not from Elsa. The most thanks she’d be willing to give were the drinks she offered to buy and if those were denied – well, she tried. It was more than she typically did and she didn’t have any guilt about not doing more.
"You are nosy. Assuming that I needed help makes you nosy. Women who aren’t bitchy don’t stand up to drunken idiots so you should’ve thought over your decision a little more. No point getting irritated with me over the fact that you misjudged me before having a conversation.“
