|| August ||
August continued to glare at the male beside her. What had he just gotten her into? Her index finger began to furiously tap her thigh as another female fiend began to speak. Not paying much attention to the blonde, August began to excuse herself away from the situation. However, she was interrupted by the female's shouting. August looked at the girl, what did she just say? August? The brunette examined examined the girl, from the look of pure fear on her face to the red liquid she had just spilled. What the fuck was with this girl anyway? August was sure they hadn't met before. Then again, August didn't pay much attention to the bitchy blondes that she came across.
How was she supposed to reply? Did she just pretend like she remembered this girl? why did she look so frightened anyway? August looked over at Destry in confusion, maybe he understood this situation better than she did. But the silence was becoming too much to bear for August.. She was taking too long to reply and this girl was definitely expecting a response. "Oh.. Hey?" she replied, nodding as she spoke. August shifted uncomfortably at the blonde's facial expression, she looked as though she had seen a ghost. "Um.. What's up?"