"Ah, you know, it's really getting late, and I—" Her thought was cut off by her stomach rumbling so violently that the bartender passing by could even hear it. He gave them all a concerned look before continuing on his way.
"Oh, uh, it's all good, then. Might need to eat something, or, er, something..." Jacob (was it?) was visibly off put by the noise, which mortified Gwen. She couldn't believe that her salad had single-handedly ruined her chances with the hottest guy in the club.
"Yeah, maybe that's it, but, I better get along, now, then. Goodbye, nice to meet you, uh, Jay, was it?" She turns to the lady. "Ah, thank you for cleaning my shoes, um, I really appreciate it!"
"Yeah, get your stomach checked out, seems to be stewing up something awful!" The lady responded.
"Hey, quit it, why don't ya?" Jason then moved to apologize for her cousins outburst but Gwen had already began to cry and run out of the club. As she ran she let a constant stream of foul gas and the bouncer began to gag. This only made her feel worse, however.
"Why does this always happen to me?!" She screamed out loud, peeved at her peculiar situation. "Surely someone out there will find me tolerable! Please!"
For that night, however, she sobbed and sobbed at her ailment, unknowing if such an occurrence would ever come.
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