Leave Petre off, he's fine as he is. And so's Caleb, he's brilliant. I'd go mad without him.
[There's a place to start.]
He was my date at the masquerade! Dark hair and eyes, really spectacular cheekbones, sort of crooked smile. But it was just as mates, he was my arm candy. And then I saw John there, and he had a date too, but she was - [Her mouth pulls into an exaggerated frown.] - really beautiful, I mean perfect, blonde and blue-eyed and American and just. Where in god's name did he find her? And why do I care? Give me the fucking bottle.
[She thrusts her hand out petulantly.]
I don't care. But at least I know his type now, and it's not me. No wonder he'd never give a straight yes or no. Anyway, he's a bastard, like I said.
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[There's a place to start.]
He was my date at the masquerade! Dark hair and eyes, really spectacular cheekbones, sort of crooked smile. But it was just as mates, he was my arm candy. And then I saw John there, and he had a date too, but she was - [Her mouth pulls into an exaggerated frown.] - really beautiful, I mean perfect, blonde and blue-eyed and American and just. Where in god's name did he find her? And why do I care? Give me the fucking bottle.
[She thrusts her hand out petulantly.]
I don't care. But at least I know his type now, and it's not me. No wonder he'd never give a straight yes or no. Anyway, he's a bastard, like I said.