So, this is London? Lydia grins as she wanders through the streets, popping in and out of the shops. Ostentatiously, she's come to London to attend university, but she knows as well as her poor father does that she has no intention of actually studying. But uni's where the party's at, right? And the fit guys. She pulls her scarf a bit higher and ducks into the nearest coffee shop. Papa had given her a few hundred to tide her over, and she thinks it only right to indulge herself. "A raspberry cheesecake mocha frappuchino, please. Oh - and cake!" She points to a particularly indulgent looking cheesecake.
As she goes to sit down, the best part of a tenner lighter, she grins at the other customer in the shop."Hey there!"
Catch me if you can
So she totally didn't mean to take the lipgloss. It just sort of fell into her bag, right? Right. And now this guy's looking at her all like, "You're barred!" Totally unfair, right? In a huff, and clutching her fine, she pouts her way out of the shop. "I need a cocktail!" She mutters, battling with her coat and her bag. She's not looking where she's going when she bumps into a passerby.
Lydia Bennet - Pride and Prejudice - Witch
So, this is London? Lydia grins as she wanders through the streets, popping in and out of the shops. Ostentatiously, she's come to London to attend university, but she knows as well as her poor father does that she has no intention of actually studying. But uni's where the party's at, right? And the fit guys.
She pulls her scarf a bit higher and ducks into the nearest coffee shop. Papa had given her a few hundred to tide her over, and she thinks it only right to indulge herself.
"A raspberry cheesecake mocha frappuchino, please. Oh - and cake!" She points to a particularly indulgent looking cheesecake.
As she goes to sit down, the best part of a tenner lighter, she grins at the other customer in the shop."Hey there!"
Catch me if you can
So she totally didn't mean to take the lipgloss. It just sort of fell into her bag, right? Right. And now this guy's looking at her all like, "You're barred!" Totally unfair, right?
In a huff, and clutching her fine, she pouts her way out of the shop.
"I need a cocktail!" She mutters, battling with her coat and her bag. She's not looking where she's going when she bumps into a passerby.