She refrained from rolling her eyes as Drystand made some idle talk with a person
Bess did not recognize, or care to know. It didn't seem like anything important, though there were probably
some dealings going on at this party, but right now anything the man spoke about was going to be nothing but yawn-worthy. If this had been a week ago, Bess would have been clinging to his every word, but
tonight.
It felt like she'd been forced to be here. Which, admittedly, was her own fault, but it still stung. She was trying to be
nice by asking for a way to repay him, and had imagined that Drystan was a
nice fellow, and his letters did not give off any sort of
nice feeling at all. Maybe that's what she was most annoyed about; she had actually bothered to trust someone in a rather short amount of time, and boom. Jackass.
For some unknown reason, the random person turned his attention to Bess, and her face took on a very,
very interested expression as she sipped a rather long sip of her drink. She nodded along and giggled as if terribly amused, waiting for the man to turn away before she finally let herself roll her eyes.
Ugh, that felt good.
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