Trombone Geek
KNIFE
Dante shrugged. "You're already drunk, if you keep it up you'll be really sick tomorrow," she said sternly, rising again and removing all of the alcohol from the table and throwing it away. She returned to the table shortly, sitting back in the seat.iiimee said:Matthew raised his head off the table to take in the appearance of the girl who approached him. She looked to young to be here, but then again, so did he and everyone he came here with. "I didn't get stood up- I don't have anyone to stand me up..." Matthew's speech was heavily slurred and he knew it, but he was too upset to be embarrassed. Instead, he just gave her a careless look and asked what she was doing, talking to him. While he waited for an answer, he reached over and drank the alcohol that was supposed to be poured into shot glasses from the bottle. He didn't chug it, but by the time he set it back down a significant amount of the drink was gone. "Damn... Why did he have to be my first?" Matthew mumbled quietly, obviously not talking to her but to himself. It would have also been clear to anyone who had been around him these past few days that the "he" that was mentioned was Vladimor. What he meant by "first" might have been anything, but all he meant was first love. As apathetic as Matthew was, he knew and even wanted to tell somebody that he was, but the only person who actually deserved to know was Vlad... and even drunk, Matthew didn't have the courage to say something relatively close to that!
This is where things got a bit more difficult. In order to fit in with their group, she had to reveal she was an experiment and that she knew they were, too. Matt, being drunk, would be a bit of a problem, but she had to try.
"Look," she began hesitantly, casting her gaze down at the table to give the impression of sadness. "We've all been through some hard times.." Her gaze flickered back up to Matt's. "I feel me and you can relate," she said, wiping her hands on a clean napkin--the closest she could get to washing her hands without revealing her nearly-glowing eyes to the world--and popped a contact out of one eye. The moment it was gone, her eyes went from a forest-y green to the acid that matched Naomi's and Calvin's at times. Except her pupils were cat-slits.
"Don't freak out," she said warily, sliding the thin plastic ((I think that's what they're made of.. I wear 'em and I don't even know! xD )) back into her eye. She didn't know how much of this Matt was actually understanding, and wasn't going to risk showing him proof for too long lest someone else notice.
"I want to help you guys, really," she added, and her gaze dropped once more to the table, this time in the form of a glare. "I just want revenge."