‘ how very lucky are you then, that i am not one of your kind. ‘ the mother of monsters regarded him with a cool look, though her tone held no malice, just the airiness of one with knowledge looking upon one without. she was blocking the only exit to the room, the petite brunette with dark lips and high-heeled boots — and something told her he wasn’t going to try and push past. 

_{if he had a real choice, he would have been out the door, and on his way already. easier if he just left and spent the rest of the night alone drinking beer. one of the few good things on earth at least. well, one of the few things that had been good to him. though, he never did have a real choice… not in most things, ‘yeah, not that lucky.’ she was in his way after-all.}