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This was definitely making for the longest conversation she’d had with Enrique Montoya - and hopefully the last. As he spoke, she mirrored his act of clutching his hand to his chest, “Have I not made that thought clear enough?” She asked back, her brows raised in mock surprise. “Aaand would they say that before or after how humble you are?” Annie asked with her eyes rolled when he claimed the general consensus in the room was that he was ‘fun’. She was pretty confident that the opposite would be the case if she went around, but Annie wasn’t going to waste her time with that. Besides, Enrique was on a new tangent anyway. “How brave of you to finally admit,” She talked over him as he switched up to admitting he was the problem. Annie noticed his eyes becoming more focused, landing on hers. She wasn’t to concede though, no, her eyes stayed fixed in place on him in return.
Annie could have laughed, but instead she let it out with just an amused smile with her eyebrows raised - feeling sorry for all girls that has had to listen to that in the past. “I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting to be resolved in that case,” She told him, patting his shoulder in a faux-sympathy. He circled back to Maddy, whom he had been with moments earlier and already forgotten his name. “Truly something special, Enrique,” She told him, her tone flat.
Jolting away as Enrique’s laugh caused his drink to spill, Annie folded her arms and leaned her back against the counter. “Sounds like Grandpa Montoya was very wise,” She commented, tilting her head, before a wave of regret. Why had she entertained the idea of agreeing with Enrique, even slightly? “That trait didn’t quite make it down to you though, huh?” Annie quipped to make up for it.
Just as Annie was to find her exit, Enrique noticed it and stepped forward to stop her. “Oh, my God,” She exclaimed as he insisted she stayed after taking his entertainment, her annoyance slipping out despite knowing how much he was probably enjoying it. “Why not go disturb one of those idiots that classify you as ‘extremely fun’?” Annie queried, tapping him back on his arm as if passing the responsibility to entertain him back. Seriously, as much as Annie hated his friends she could really use one of them to come in and relieve her.
Pulling an exaggerated look of disappointment, Annie suspected that the empty bottle would be the end of things. If there was no drink there is no interest - for either of them, she assumed. Even when Enrique told her to wait, Annie assumed it was- hoped it was- his own clumsy exit strategy. She looked around at the scene of the party, that had filled up considerably in since she had arrived. Her eyes landed on Finch, who would be the perfect respite from this encounter if she wasn’t already occupied. Instead, Annie gave her a smile when she noticed her, before turning back to Enrique, who was making his way around the kitchen concocting God-knows-what considering his drunken state. “Make yourself at home,” She muttered, mainly to herself.
When he faced her again, Annie raised her eyebrows in alert at Enrique coming back with a shaker. As he tilted to pour, she imagined some kind of beer-vodka-whiskey combination that honestly, she wouldn’t be opposed to right now. But as the liquid escaped, something more composed filled the glass and honestly, she couldn’t even hide her surprise at the look of the espresso martini as he explained his work history in Barcelona. Her expression marginally changed though when he told her the kind of girl she seemed like. “Well, lets hope you’re better at mixing drinks than reading people,” Annie thought out loud.
“Oh, so you keep saying,” Annie laughed as he emphasised again how much ‘fun’ he can be. Then, after moments of Enrique watching the space between Annie and the glass expectantly, she finally said in a jokingly-exasperated manner- “Okay, I’ll brave it,” and picked it up, taking a sip. For a little longer, she left him to wonder what she thought of it. “Fine, maybe you are good for something,” She told him after consideration, with part of a smile. “Though I would hope so, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice with these at parties?” Annie followed up with a shrug. Then she leaned back, folding her arms as she looked at him and thought about it. “I could see how it works. A couple too many of those and maybe you’d start to seem slightly more tolerable,” She quipped, before directing it back to him. “No wonder the expertise,” She commented with amusement.
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