<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked:</strong> [ ]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked:</strong> [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked:</strong> [ ]<br/><strong>Legend:</strong> 1/1<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised<br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Thursday</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Billy<br/><hr/><br/>Namira was actually kind of glad that Billy was going to be by himself, hesitating once she laid eyes on him.  Her stomach was twisting itself into knots, but she pushed the urge to do this another time away and strode with obvious purpose to his table.  Without a word she sat down next to him, close enough that her thigh touched his, though not too close as to make things difficult for either of them.  Her position suggested intimacy, but she didn't mind.  That was part of the plan, after all, and it's not like he was ugly or anything.<br/><br/>"I'm going to start off by saying that I suck at apologizing," she began quietly, staring down at her meal and frowning slightly.  "What I said to you... I'm a bitch, I know that, but that was beyond my normal level of cattiness."  She sighed softly, spearing a bit of salad and holding it up to slowly twirl it before her eyes.  "I won't make any excuses.  I won't try to make it seem like I'm suddenly a different person, but recent events have put things in perspective.  I was a massive cunt to you when you did nothing to deserve it."  She steeled her resolve.  "So I'm sorry, Billy."  She shifted the leg pressing against his so it caressed gently, seeking to make it a soothing gesture.  "I'm sorry I acted like that.  I'm sorry that you had to see the worst of myself and I'm making an offer of contrition."  She looked at him finally, wondering what she'd see.  "You asked if I'd go on a date with you.  I'm willing to give you a chance, and not out of pity or anything shitty like that."  She did her best to show him that she was being honest with him.  "If nothing more comes of it, that's fine.  We part ways amicably."  She cocked a self-deprecating smile.  "Or you can go right ahead and tell me to go fuck myself with a rusty spoon.  I'd deserve it, after all."