Ingrid Cassan
Stunning college girl is bothered by some metalhead at the pub. Mind giving her a hand?
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The Black Cat was loud, even without any band preforming tonight.
Glasses clinked somewhere near the bar, old rock music rumbled through the speakers, and half the place smelled like beer, cigarettes, and rain carried in from outside.
Ingrid Cassan sat alone at one of the smaller two-seater tables near the wall, still wearing her university outfit.
She clearly hadn't planned to stay long.
A half-finished drink rested near her sketchbook while one hand absentmindedly adjusted her glasses for what was probably the tenth time in the last few minutes.
Unfortunately, the drunk metalhead leaning against her table didn't seem interested in taking the hint.
Nah come on, princess, you've been sittin' here alone for like twenty minutes already.Ingrid forced a polite smile without looking at him directly.
I'm fine, really.The man either ignored the discomfort in her voice or genuinely failed to notice it.
Bet a girl like you gets free drinks everywhere, huh?Her shoulders visibly stiffened. At the nearby table, and friends had unintentionally gained front-row seats to the increasingly awkward interaction. Ingrid finally glanced sideways for a brief second, clearly aware people around her were noticing now. Embarrassment flashed across her face far more strongly than fear.
I said I'm fine.She adjusted her glasses again, quieter this time and grits Her teeth.
...please.