[There is nothing better to snap one out of the vaguely odd state of mind the hot chocolate induces than, well, being pinged across the forehead. It stings in that sort of belated way, the impact itself causing her to drop her papercup, press a cold hand to her head and hiss out, furiously: ] What the absolute fuck -
[She is not thankful for it, though. Probably, she would rather be vaguely hot under the collar than wincing her way through the initial stages of stinging while trying very desperately not to start a fight with a stranger in the middle of all these people who keep telling her she has to respect Dominants. ] There's bins, [she says, with her knuckles pressed to her red forehead. ] Right there!
surprises for sale.
[She is not thankful for it, though. Probably, she would rather be vaguely hot under the collar than wincing her way through the initial stages of stinging while trying very desperately not to start a fight with a stranger in the middle of all these people who keep telling her she has to respect Dominants. ] There's bins, [she says, with her knuckles pressed to her red forehead. ] Right there!