bite your teeth ((open))

Desiring a change of scenery from the club she worked at, Medea was spending the lunch hour at one of Knockturn's numerous pubs. She was now wishing to go elsewhere, but it was too late as she already gave the establishment her patronage. It'd make no sense to leave after a drink or two. Ugh, if only she realized how not-glitzy or dirty it was earlier...

She spun herself around the barstool trying to figure out her next game plan. Should she use one of Mats' tactics to get something out of this time waster? Hm...

Medea glanced down at her skort as cogs activated within her brain. That's it! Out of nowhere, tears began profusely escaping her eyes. "I'm still not over him! He broke my heart!" Her fists began pounding the bar and she let out a yelp. Might as well act dramatic. "Why meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?!?!"