"Its not picking pockets, mister, Its fair game." She shrugged, playing with the table mats."If you can't really keep track of your possessions, its not my fault now, eh?" This was a nice restaurant. When was the last time she'd been in a place like this? she couldn't remember.
" I do whatever i feel like, really," and that was true. She had no responsibilities, save to herself, no friends, no permanent foes. Life was a ball, she just had to keep it rolling.
