Chat with the morose blonde
From Create Your Own Story
You walk over and sit next to the blonde. She looks up for an instant, then stares at her empty glass. She starts mumbling again but this time you can make out the words.
"No one wants me," she mumbles. "I'm tired of having sex with plastic."
You scoot over so you're pressed against the blonde. You run your hand up her leg, and she turns to you and smiles.
"I'm not plastic," you tell her.
She wraps an arm around you. "So you're not."
