<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/142/5/6/18_05_2014__2__by_allexisn-d7jbp5y.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Milena Lebedev<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mila<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rujio's<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kay, Auggie, Tee, Charlie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Still chatting<br/><hr/>Mila's cheeks turned a bit pink and she covered her eyes with her hand and shook her head side to side slightly.  It was just like old times!  She could always count on this group of friends.  They always had her back.  It almost felt like no time had passed.  She had flash backs of a similar situation ten years ago; except the guy was being mean and bullying her.<br/><br/><strong>"Guys, go easy.  I still need to work with him."</strong><br/><br/>She didn't mind Charlie's arm around her.  She even put her head on her friend's shoulder for a moment as she watched Auggie down the martini.  She winced a bit.  She felt like an idiot for not realizing a bar might not be the most comfortable place for him.  She hated when she was so thick as to not think about such things.<br/><br/>She lifted her head from Charlie's shoulder and leaned forward in the booth.<strong>"Thanks, Aug's.  You didn't have to do that,"</strong>a meek, yet appreciative smile was offered as compensation for something he may regret.<br/><br/>She wondered if her friends thought she was a lush.  She frequented the bars often enough after work.  Usually for a single cocktail to de-stress, and then it was back to her apartment to either draw and paint, or play a video game.<br/><br/><strong>"I can help anyone with the rules, if needed.  The games much more streamlined now."</strong><br/><br/>She glanced at Kay,<strong>"I don't usually have to work on weekends.  Just give me a time and I'll be there."</strong><br/><br/>She then glanced at Tee and wondered if Charlie's mock affection was bothering her.