Jing watched the girl for a few minutes. He knew the signs of intoxication, having used them to get away with things before. But, he himself was young for drink. He followed the girl, his orange trench coat hanging from his shoulders and flapping around his legs, his boots deliberately making noise as he walked. He drew even to her. "Hey," he said with a smile, discreetly keeping her from running into him.
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Date: 2009-08-12 02:21 am (UTC)