"Adrenaline junkie. That's pretty apt." Natalie shrugged. She could expound further on that, but why freak the boy out? She tended to use her collection of work horror stories to end bad conversations, and this one...wasn't.
The brunette smiled knowingly. "It's funny you mention that. I always have my scrubs under my clothes. You never know when you're gonna need them. Like a superhero."
She scanned the bar. "Like, dude sitting four seats down. Scarfing down those pretzels without chewing. He's a choke risk. Pool table? Blunt force trauma. This bar is actually a death trap, which makes you incredibly lucky to be here with me."
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Date: 2016-01-17 11:14 pm (UTC)The brunette smiled knowingly. "It's funny you mention that. I always have my scrubs under my clothes. You never know when you're gonna need them. Like a superhero."
She scanned the bar. "Like, dude sitting four seats down. Scarfing down those pretzels without chewing. He's a choke risk. Pool table? Blunt force trauma. This bar is actually a death trap, which makes you incredibly lucky to be here with me."