It really doesn't mean much to Jolie, in the long run. Any negative connotations or risks behind being an out and open pirate are beyond her knowledge, primarily because it's near impossible to read up on anything about them that isn't horribly romanticized and cheesy. She read her way through quite a few of those articles, though.
"Is it really gonna be a better night if you spend it blacked out with your ass in the air? Because if you're into that thing, go for it, but there's a lot more you could be doing." She tries not to openly pout about it, but it's saddening to see someone lock themselves away when there's a whole world of better booze and food and dancing outside of the tower. It's so depressing, cooping yourself up in your room, she mulls that over before she can edge away from his sidling.
When she stops thinking and starts paying attention, she blinks her eyes almost comically to express her surprise. "I don't know if you're trying to get into my pants or if this is just a foreigner thing, but I already told you that's a terrible idea." She reaches a finger out, pressing the tip of his nose as she steps back. Life is hard, so hard. She doesn't want to turn down whatever that offer was, but wandering off to get horribly drunk in a Tribute's room is even less appropriate than kissing him in the kitchen.
Still, she isn't inclined to remove herself from him entirely. She should probably encourage him to do something other than drink his weight in booze while all alone in his room, so.. "Seeing as how your plan sounds stupid, are you hungry? I was gonna go out to eat. You can come if you don't have your heart set on being a slob."
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"Is it really gonna be a better night if you spend it blacked out with your ass in the air? Because if you're into that thing, go for it, but there's a lot more you could be doing." She tries not to openly pout about it, but it's saddening to see someone lock themselves away when there's a whole world of better booze and food and dancing outside of the tower. It's so depressing, cooping yourself up in your room, she mulls that over before she can edge away from his sidling.
When she stops thinking and starts paying attention, she blinks her eyes almost comically to express her surprise. "I don't know if you're trying to get into my pants or if this is just a foreigner thing, but I already told you that's a terrible idea." She reaches a finger out, pressing the tip of his nose as she steps back. Life is hard, so hard. She doesn't want to turn down whatever that offer was, but wandering off to get horribly drunk in a Tribute's room is even less appropriate than kissing him in the kitchen.
Still, she isn't inclined to remove herself from him entirely. She should probably encourage him to do something other than drink his weight in booze while all alone in his room, so.. "Seeing as how your plan sounds stupid, are you hungry? I was gonna go out to eat. You can come if you don't have your heart set on being a slob."