fun is my future

Angie smirked as she stood alone in the nightclub. She watched the people dancing, feeling slightly amused.

The young woman was casually leaning against a wall with her arms folded, glaring at anyone who seemed to think it was a brilliant idea to talk to her.

Angie'd rather avoid her parents that night. Her mother's endless blabber about getting a job was boring. She'd tried to please them once upon a time, but now it seemed pointless.

Angelina twirled a lock of curly red hair between her fingers.

outfit

"Why the pout fair maiden," Ky leaned against the wall, besides the girl, a frown on his face as he attempted to see what she was seeing, trying to understained the expression on her face, "Is one not supposed to find these places.... pleasurable?"

He tilted his head thinking this problem through, "Could you not just leave... or do you enjoy being upset?"

Angie turned to glare when someone spoke to her, but decided against it. What was wrong with a bit of company, anyway?

"Oh, this is not a pout," the redhead smirked. "Yes. I suppose you're right. There's nothing wrong, I'm just bored."

Angie shook her head. "No. I don't enjoy being upset. Who the hell does?"

She smiled. Not in her usual, superior and mean way, but in a... nice way. Or as nice as it got for Angie, anyway.

"So," she said, "have you come to entertain me?"

Ky tilted his head, she certainly spoke a lot. His brain had already forgotten that he had asked half the questions that she had just answered. The simplisity of his mind was astounding, especially since the movement of his thoughts, in actuality was quite complex.

"I would... only, I do not know how to entertain. What would entertain you, M'lady?"

Angie thought for a moment. "Oh, most things. Up to this point, I'm so bored that you could easily give me an autobiography without boring me to death."

She took a small step closer. "Why don't we start with what your name is, hm?"