Angry gratefully accepted the light offered by the beautiful lady he was now confronted with. His already ruddy cheeks blushed profusely at being held in her intense gaze. He was taken aback even more when she called him "Arty". Thinking it was a trick of his beer befuddled mind he ignored it and continued with the important, and rather tricky, task of lighting his pipe.
When he finally overcame his embarrassment at the attention from such a beautiful, and tall woman, he looked at her again. She had looked back down now, and a seemingly immeasurable sadness had filled her eyes. Angry prided himself on his ability to react well to situations, and to always say just the thing to cheer melancholy people up...
Here, however, he was stuck. He stood in an awkward silence a while, wracking his poor little brain for something to say.
"So... You'll have somewhere to be staying then I presume?"
Despite his drunkeness, he could see that this was a lady who was all alone in the world, and he knew that lonliness could be cured, cured by company.
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