So These Two Hotties Walk into a Bar... Abandon Ship! boasted a moderate crowd on weeknights, mostly regulars whose boats docked at the marina off William Street. The low-key setting drew the professional twenty- and thirty-somethings of the island, who fled from the chaos of Duval Street and Mallory Square. Tonight, about half the house was full. Hayden came out of the small office with its oscillating fan to shoot the breeze with the staff, eat handfuls of peanuts, and watch the plasma televisions. In his untucked, blue polo shirt and jeans, he blended in with the servers.
There was a bet going on. A couple of barflies and most of his staff were in on it. After a lot of trash talk, Hayden finally agreed to put twenty bucks on the outcome of a basketball game between the Miami Heat and the L.A. Lakers. "Alright, alright." He raised his hands in defeat. "Jeez!" He pulled out a tri-fold wallet and stuffed a couple of tens in a tip jar, which had been converted for the occasion.
Kris and Jenny hadn't had a lot of time to catch up lately, what with the crazy shifts, a manic personal life and Kris being chained to Rhiannon, so when they'd finally had a chance to catch up, Kris had mentioned a certain blonde and a certain bar. Jenny being Jenny insisted that they go and see what happened.
Given that it was their first night in a long while, Kris had actually put some effort into her appearance. Dark skinny jeans, calf high black stiletto boots, a figure hugging shirt with a thin strapped tank top beneath and a jacket over the top. She'd even curled her hair and put a bit of makeup on, figuring it wouldn't hurt to look good, especially as they were intending on having a good night.
"Would you stop that," Kris muttered as they approached the bar in question. "Asking me to swing in on his bar sometime doesn't mean anything, Jenny. He's a nice guy, that's all."
When Kris wasn't in uniform and wearing heels, she had a distinct sway to her hips, meaning her walk was all the more feminine and far more appealing to the eye. Not that she'd noticed if people were looking; she was kind of dense that way.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jenny drawled, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “That’s why you’ve gone all out with the clothes and the make up.” She was teasing. It was her prerogative as the house-mate and long time friend to do such things. And since Simon wasn’t around, someone had to pick up the slack.
Jenny herself had gone for a similar level of dressed-up-ness, with form-fitting jeans and a dark blue shirt and boots that hugged her calves. Keeping her warm was a black leather jacket. Her hair was down and she’d put make-up on only because Kris had and she needed to at least feel a little pretty considering the week she’d had so far.
Both of the women had issues with working way too much, so it was good that they were taking the time out.
Once they reached the door and Jenny pushed it open, indicating for Kris to walk through first, she added almost as an afterthought, lips twitching into a teasing smile, “Though if this becomes an all out flirt-fest, I’m gonna head home so I don’t get in the way of you finally getting some.”
The door swung shut behind them and Jenny took a moment to look around them at the people gathered. There was noise, commotion of some kind and she smiled to herself. Some sort of bet, perhaps?
In the meantime, Hayden's shoulders had jumped up to his ears. "Oh, c'mon! It's not a bad bet! Miami's a one-man team." He spread his palms in a 'what can you do?' gesture and shook his head. "I'm not putting twenty bucks on a team just because they're in driving distance." A couple of guys nursing beers continued to rag on him, but Hayden tossed a towel over his shoulder and walked away, laughing about it.
There was salt on his hands from the peanuts. He washed them in the sink and looked out over the room. Nobody was desperately flagging down a server, so that was good news. He saw some movement by the door and craned his neck to see who was coming in. Two women, from the looks of it. At first, it was too dark and they were too far away for Hayden to recognize anybody. He stared a little longer, just seeing if they'd come up to the bar or take a table.
Wait, was that Kris? She wasn't in a police uniform or at the laundromat, so it was hard for his brain to make the connection between those ideas of her and the feminine look she wore tonight. There was another brunette with her. It must've been her roommate. They had the front end of the bar watching them.
Aaron, a bartender, approached on his left. "Hey man, you might wanna close your mouth."
Hayden blinked. "What? Nah!" He shrugged. "I just know her. The one with the curly hair."
Kris rolled her eyes at Jenny. "You really need to stop. It's not even like that." Okay, he was cute and she thought he was cute, but he probably just saw her as the cop that didn't bust him for smoking weed. She turned her eyes to the rest of the bar and lifted an eyebrow at the noise levels, wondering what was going on. It looked fun, whatever it was.
"So, drinks," Kris said as she glanced over at Jenny. "What are you having? I'm thinking beer to start off with."
She headed further into the bar and eased onto a stool, offering Hayden a smile. "Hey." She would have done this sooner, had she not found herself attached to another person by a thin silver chain, which apparently vanished into nothing after a short while.
“Boring as it may be, I’m starting with a soda,” Jenny said as she trailed Kris over to the bar and her eyebrow lifted a little when she saw the man that they’d come here to meet. Well, the man Kris had come here to see and Jenny had come to cast an opinion on, one way or another.
She slid onto the stood beside Kris and traced a knot on the wooden bar top with one long finger. She glanced at the man again before letting her attention drift a little. Kris could talk to the guy first before doing the introductions.
Aaron was about to move in for the kill, but Hayden redirected him with a polite suggestion. "How about you sweep the floor and let me take this one?" When the bartender pointed out that there was nothing to sweep, Hayden tossed a couple of lemon wedges on it. He patted the man on the back.
"Hey," he called, answering Kris's greeting. He walked over. "I thought maybe you came by when I wasn't working." He smiled and looked from Kris to the new face, then stuck his hand towards her. "I'm Hayden. I'm gonna guess you're not Simon, so that makes you the other roommate, right?" The towel started to slip off his shoulder. He had forgotten he tossed it on there and corrected the problem now, balling it up and putting it on the counter.
"I've been... tied up recently," Kris answered with a shrug, figuring that was the best way to describe what had happened to her. She crossed one leg over the other and reached up to pull her jacket off, resting it over a nearby stool. "But, better late than never, right?"
Kris glanced at Jenny and gave her roommate and friend a smile before glancing back at Hayden. "Jenny, Hayden. Hayden, Jenny. This is my doctor workaholic roommate who I finally dragged out on the town to enjoy herself." Kris gave Jenny a friendly nudge and just laughed at the look she was given.
Jenny rubbed her wrist at the memories of her own time spent in chains and mock-glared at Kris at the tease and then smiled, turning that smile on Hayden a second later. "It's nice to meet you," she said honestly. "Finally."
She nudged Kris right back and then eyed the selection of spirits behind the bar. Quite an impressive selection. Her eyes slid across them, wondering whether or not she should have something alcoholic. After all, she was on the late shift tomorrow. It wouldn't hurt to have a bit to drink, right? Maybe she'd start with a soda and work her way up; that was probably better. Her fingers tapped on the bar and she felt the noise around her pressing against the walls of her mind.
"Kris is just as much of a workaholic as me," she felt compelled to add, "and she could definitely do with taking time out to unwind and stuff."
"Yeah, I bet," Hayden said. Afterwards, he wasn't sure why he agreed. It just came out, conversational nonsense. His facial expression faltered for a second as he inwardly made fun of himself. Hey, it could be worse. At least I didn't comment on the whole tied-up thing. As in me, too. Literally. He braced his hands on the counter and watched them, his eyes flicking to the drink menu Jenny held.
"Ah, we've got a couple of specials up on the board." He pointed overhead at a black surface covered in fluorescent writing. An overzealous waitress had sketched a few cocktail glasses on it. "What can I get for you?" Already, he was thinking ahead to his next move. How long could he stand there talking to them before it looked weird? Granted, he owned the place, so he didn't have anywhere else to be, but he didn't want to over-do it. He decided to play it by ear.
Kris took a moment to look at the specials up on the board, catching her lower lip with her teeth as she did so. "Think I'm going to start with a beer. Maybe work my way up to one of those specials. The third down from the right looks pretty interesting if the drawings are anything to go on." She propped her chin on the palm of her hand and glanced at Jenny. "You still thinking about starting out with a soda?"
Yeah, this isn't awkward. No. Not at all. Wonder if I have something in my teeth? I probably have something in my teeth.
Jenny's fingers briefly pressed into her forehead. Okay, maybe drinking wasn't such a great idea. She lifted an eyebrow at Kris; had she said that out loud? What she'd 'heard' from Hayden wasn't worth commenting on right now, but that made three of them that had been attacked by random chains out of nowhere recently and she was wondering what the hell happened. "Seems like everyone's been busy recently," she commented off-handedly.
"And yeah, I'm gonna stick with a soda for now. Might have something off the board a bit later." She tilted her head again before putting her hand on Kris' side gently, silently telling her to just relax. She looked at Hayden. "You got coke back there?"
"Yeah. Plenty of Coke." His eyes darted to Kris. "The beverage. Not the other thing." Shit, fair thing to clarify, given how he met her. "Hang on." He turned around and went for the glasses, side-stepping past his waitstaff, who had seen him jump in and serve drinks when they were busy, except they weren't. He filled a glass with ice and soda first, then got another for Kris's beer. Aaron squeezed in beside him to pour a glass of domestic brew for another customer. Hayden mumbled, "If you say anything, I'm docking your pay."
Back in front of the ladies, he set their glasses on the bar along with a couple of napkins. "A beer and a Coke."
He withdrew to his side of the bar. "You two look really nice. Got a big night planned?"
Kris lifted her eyebrows at that quick correction from Hayden and just ducked her head, clearing her throat. Yeah, she was officially the cop that nearly busted him for smoking weed after a rough day at work. Greatttttt. She shot Jenny a grateful smile before she picked up her glass. "Thanks," she said before taking a sip from it, catching a drop in the corner of her mouth with her tongue.
"Something like that. It's been a while since we've been out like this so why not make a night out of it?"
She idly tapped her painted nails against the side of the glass before her thumb absently circled the top of the glass.
Jenny gave Hayden a winning smile at the compliment before she curled her fingers around the glass and took a sip of her drink. Soda was always good. She could drink that and rely on staying completely and totally in control of her faculties and not screwing up by telling someone what they're thinking. She really didn't want to do that.
"It's been a really long time," she confirmed, "and she's been wanting to come here for a while." Her eyebrow quirked a little. "It's nice to be around people and not arresting them or patching them up." She chuckled and brushed her hair back behind her ear. "Do you have a straw?"
"Shit... ah, yeah." He shook his head and reached into a plastic container full of them. What was he tonight, new? Hayden handed it to Jenny and looked to Kris's drink, wondering if he missed anything there, like putting beer in it. All clear. "So I never got to hear about the shrunken, pink boxers." Because he wasn't sure if that sounded right, he said, "I ran into her at the laundromat when she was exacting revenge. I can't even remember what the guy did wrong. Did he leave the toilet seat up or something?"
From the other end of the bar came a raucous shout. Apparently the Lakers had hit a jump-shot and tied the game in the third quarter. Hayden looked over, then back again. He wasn't too concerned about the action in the game, just the final score so he could get his money back, and maybe count it in front of the two Miami fans.
Kris shot a pointed look at Jenny and even went so far as to nudge her friend's leg as if to say 'shut up'. She hurriedly turned her attention back to the beer and Hayden, chuckling when he mentioned the saga of the shrunken, pink boxers. "Ah, yes, the pink boxers." Kris sat back a little and shoved a couple strands of hair behind her ear, lifting a shoulder unapologetically. "He kept putting his shit in with mine and he wasn't listening to reason so I saw no alternative."
She picked up her drink and took a sip from it, looking very innocent.
Jenny laughed. "So that's why I saw him heading out of the house on the way to his mom's with an armful of dirty clothes." She shook her head. "It all makes sense now."
After another couple of sips of her drink, the young doctor added very seriously, "But he does leave the toilet seat up all the time. It sucks." Not that Simon was a bad housemate, not at all. Her brother was worse when he was around and crashing on their couch, he didn't even do the dishes after he'd made a mess. She frowned and turned her head as she thought about Ben before she pulled herself out of it. "You're not the kind of guy that leaves the toilet seat up, are you?" Jenny asked Hayden. "At least if you're visiting." What? You could tell a lot about a guy by the way that they left the toilet seat or the bathroom.
Hayden reached back and rubbed his nape, looking sheepish. "Not if I can help it. My mom got on my case about it when I was growing up." He thought back to the small farm in New York state, which his parents still lived on. "My mom's kind-of a pistol. Once, she got so pissed, she took the seat completely off in my bathroom. She wanted to make sure I knew how it felt, trying not to fall in." He chuckled and shook his head. His mom's 'tough love' had shaped his view on women from a young age. Watching her interact with his dad, Hayden knew what was at stake when the woman of the house wasn't happy.
He stepped away and filled a basket with some of the house nachos and set them in front of the women, in case they wanted a snack.
Kris rested her hand against the glass and smiled at the stories about Hayden's mom. "She sounds like a woman after our own hearts." She pinched a nacho with one hand and ate it slowly, considering what her own mother had been like. "I don't know what my mom did to stop my dad and brothers from leaving the toilet seat up, but whatever it was it certainly worked."
The Slayer turned her head at another loud shout from the other side of the bar and just lifted an eyebrow. "Let me guess, some sort of sport is on, right?" The only time men made those kinds of noises was when there was sport playing, falling back on the experience of her brothers and father when football season had been on. There had been many an argument about who was watching what and when they were watching it.
Antonio always won, but only because he wound up sitting on his younger siblings.
"My mom never could control my brother," Jenny offered, but Ben had always been an impulsive idiot. She took another sip of her drink and then picked up a nacho. After eyeing it for a few seconds she took a bite and found that it wasn't quite as terrible as she'd been led to believe in the past. But then it wasn't covered in something that had the intention of setting the roof of her mouth on fire.
She watched the TV, the camera at the game moving quickly and blurring the motions for a moment but the collected people gave another cheer.
"So, Hayden, do you have any siblings?" she asked, deciding that they needed to play the 'getting to know you' game and since neither Kris nor Hayden was initiating it, she might as well. He seemed alright. "Your mom does sound like fun." Maybe she and Kris should think about that for next time Simon didn't put the toilet seat down.
"Yeah, basketball," Hayden had offered up to Kris, gesturing at the television over the bar. "Miami's playing."
When Jenny brought the question back around to him, he shook his head. "Nah, it's just me. Kinda boring, I don't have any first cousins, either. My mom stuck me in a bunch of after-school programs, trying to make sure I didn't end up maladjusted." He filled a glass of water for himself and took a sip. "As a result, I'm really good at finger-painting and flapping those giant parachutes." He watched Jenny eat the nachos like she thought they might give her food poisoning. He looked at Kris to see how she was faring. When she held up the beer and the light went through it, he noticed it was almost the same color as her skin. Which led to him staring at her skin. Jesus, man, get your eyes out of her cleavage.
He picked up the rag and began wiping it in circles on the clean counter. "Why, you think I missed out?"
Kris was blissfully unaware of Hayden's thought processes and, without really realising it, happened to be drawing yet more attention to her chest by idly playing with the long silver chain around her neck, twisting it around the tips of her fingers. "Take it from somebody who has three siblings," Kris drawled with a smirk. "Some things are better missed out on."
She took another sip from her beer and rested the glass down, shifting how she sat on the stool. "But I wouldn't know what to do without them. Don't think my folks would either."
Kris picked up a nacho and slipped it into her mouth, totally not staring at Hayden's forearms. Yep, totally not staring at his forearms. Totally smooth. Or so she thought.
Jenny didn't really need to be a telepath to see how they were checking each other out, but hearing the line of Hayden's vision and Kris' made her groan an, "Oh God," into her drink. She took a couple of long sips and a couple more nachos, wondering whether or not they were aware that they weren't being subtle. Or maybe they were and she was only noticing because of her handy psychic ability.
Not that she was listening in, because that was wrong and shouldn't be done (except for work purposes, and for saving-her-brother's-ass purposes).
"I've only got one brother and he's way more trouble than he's worth. You're not missing out."
Hayden's expression became quizzical when Jenny groaned, but he didn't have anything to go on, so he figured it was part of her brother problems. He folded the rag in half. "Yeah, but still, the grass is always greener... It's probably why I was in such a hurry to join a fraternity in college. I found out it's not really the same." He winced, thinking back to some of the stunts his brothers had pulled and a few near-misses with campus security. It hadn't been easy to balance classes, part-time work, and a social life that began to feel like an obligation (and a pain in the ass) over the years.
Down the bar, Aaron called his name for what looked like a legitimate reason. Hayden nodded.
"Hey, I'll be back in a second to check on you," he said. "Gotta take care of something." Reluctantly, he left the conversation to see what was going wrong at the register.
Kris, much like Hayden, couldn't help but notice the sound her friend and housemate had just made, turning on her stool to better face the other woman. "What?" She shot Hayden a parting smile as he took his leave of them before she turned back to Jenny, wondering what was so terrible that it had made her groan.
"Oh, thinking we should go dancing later."
The idea of dancing was something that would have made Jenny groan again. Though she'd promised not to be a buzz kill so she just nodded. "Sounds good, but if my feet are sore in the morning, I'm blaming you." She took another sip of her drink and watched Hayden moving away towards the register and once he was out of earshot, she addressed Kris' 'what' question.
She wiggled her fingers subtly in the Hayden's direction. "His forearms? Really?" She kept half an eye on said man just in case he started walking back towards them because the last thing they needed tonight was to hear that she was overhearing thoughts. "Though... I don't blame you."
The 'legitimate reason' Aaron needed Hayden was to sort through a problem with the register. Two girls were claiming they got charged for one too many rounds on their tab. From the look on Aaron's face, it hadn't happened that way, but it was better to lose a few dollars than regular customers. Hayden gave Aaron the go-ahead to knock two drinks off the tab. He apologized for the misunderstanding and stood by while Aaron made a new check.
"Sucks, man," Aaron grumbled after taking back the yellow copy. "Look." He stuck the paper in Hayden's face. "A buck fifty for a tip."
"Look on the bright side. They wouldn't have tipped at all, if you hadn't knocked those drinks off." Hayden looked down the bar to where Kris and Jenny sat chatting. He thought they might be ready for another round. He got Aaron to mix a couple of the drinks on special, which Kris had eyed earlier, and slowly headed back in their direction.
Kris' eyes widened and she reached over to give Jenny a mock shove. "Dude, get out of my head. Seriously!" She might have flushed with some considerable colour knowing now that her friend could hear her supposedly private thoughts, really embarrassing. "Let us never speak of it again, agreed? I remember the last time I ogled some guy who happened to be more interested in the woman next to me. Not going there again, no thank you."
She breathed out and picked up the glass, finishing the beer off in one fell swoop. What?
"I can't help it if you're thinking loud enough that I can hear you without trying," Jenny mock-groused into the melted icy remnants of her coke. She did have the decency to look at least a little apologetic, though, because it wasn't like she was intending on reading the minds of the people around her. Sometimes they just thought loudly and she overheard. Like eavesdropping in a supernatural sense.
Totally wasn't her fault. "Just for the record," she added, stirring her drink with her straw, "the girl next to you is me and he's certainly not looking here." She opened her mouth to say more when her eyes flicked up and she spotted Hayden returning, nudging Kris - obviously - with her elbow and finishing off her drink. "All sorted over there?" she asked as he approached.
"Yeah, just a question over a beer tab." Reaching across the bar, he set the mixed drinks in front of the women. Ice cubes clanked inside the high ball glasses, which were garnished with pieces of citrus and umbrellas. "Okay." Hayden wiped the condensation off his hands. "Believe it or not, this one's called the Little Dinghy. Two different kinds of coconut rum, cranberry juice, pineapple juice, and orange juice. Everybody loves this one. We even catch guys drinking it when their girlfriends can't finish."
Hayden took their old glasses and waited to see if they'd like the new drinks. Standing there, he wondered how weird it would be when he gave Kris his number in front of her roommate. He was definitely going to do it. Otherwise, she'd leave the bar without any future way of getting in touch, unless she happened to come back, or he got himself booked at the station. Trying to be nonchalant, he took one of the Abandon Ship! matchbooks out of a jar and wrote his number. Under it, he penned: 'Hopefully I won't strike out.'
It was admittedly cheesy, but what the hell? Hayden kept the packet of matches in his palm.
Kris sat back a little as the new drinks were placed in front of them both, lifting an eyebrow at the colouring. It certainly looked interesting. "Everybody, huh?" She asked with a small smirk, reaching out to catch the top of her umbrella so she could turn it around, making the ice cubes clink against the sides of the glass as she did so. "You may have two new converts before the night is out."
She wet her lower lip and picked up the glass, taking a slow sip. All the better to savour the flavour.
Jenny eyed the cocktail warily, in a similar way to the way she'd looked at the nachos before trying one. It wasn't such a great idea to have alcohol, but if she just had the one, then maybe that would be fine? She watched Kris take a sip and then lifted her hand, two long fingers plucking the umbrella out of the drink and putting it down on the counter carefully.
"We'll test that theory, it's an interesting colour, that's for sure." She smiled at then lifted the glass to her lips, taking a sip. Okay, so it wasn't that bad.
"Halfway through it, you'll be a fan." Hayden chuckled to himself. Each glass had 4 shots of rum in it. He didn't know how often they drank, but it had a way of creeping up on a novice who only noticed the fruit flavor. "So how'd you two meet?" he asked. The little matchbook waited in his hand. The sharp, paper corners bit into his palm. If he wasn't careful, he'd mangle it before he got up the balls to pass it to her.
He lifted his arm and tucked his hair behind his ear. Almost reached, then didn't.
Kris noticed the kick and was thankful for the fact she had Slayer metabolism, meaning it took a hell of a lot to get her drunk. Jenny on the other hand, not so much. Kris made a mental note to keep an eye on her friend. "That," she muttered after having crunched her way through an ice-cube. "Is not bad at all. It's got a nice kick to it." And wasn't that the fun part about those sorts of drinks?
"Us?" She repeated, looking up at Hayden through a curl of black. "We met through my older sister, Rosa. Jenny was her friend first and as it turns out we get along a whole lot better, lots in common. One of which is torturing our dear housemate."
Jenny tasted...something in the drink but she wasn't quite sure what it was. Just that it hit the back of her throat and she didn't know what it was. She never really drank, not ever. Considering her profession, she was more than aware of the terrible things that alcohol and cigarettes did to the body and she couldn't stop herself pondering on it. She laughed softly around another sip of the cocktail, feeling the ice-cubes nudge her upper lip as she did so.
"Poor Simon... he doesn't stand a chance." The glass went back down onto the counter and Jenny rubbed her thumb over her lower lip, casting an eye out at the other patrons. "We've known each other for years," she added to Kris' story of how they met. "I moved in with her when I came back from med school."
"Cool." Hayden shifted to cross his arms. "Sounds like you lucked out. I had this buddy in college. We got along great until we became roommates Junior year." His eyes drifted to the television overhead, casually checking how much time was left in the fourth quarter. "Seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was a disaster. By the time I moved out, I could hardly look at him. Just because you like somebody doesn't mean you can live with them."
He stared at the counter. The balled up rag. C'mon, man, just get it over with. Stop talking out of your ass.
"I don't want to hover all night. I know you two have plans, so..." He reached up to scratch his eyebrow, then shook his head. "Gah. Okay. I'm gonna give you my number." Without looking at her face, he put the matchbook in front of Kris. "I'd like it if you called, but if you don't, no sweat. The drinks are on the house. Hang out as long as you want."
Kris may or may not have flushed with colour when the matchbook with Hayden's number was placed in front of her and she bit her lower lip as she picked it up. "You know," she muttered with a small smirk. "I was kind of hoping I'd get a number." Her smirk softened into a smile as the matchbook disappeared into a pocket, to be kept for use later on.
Jenny rolled her eyes a little and smiled into her drink, just letting the pair have their awkwardly, kind of adorable moment. If the whole world were able to read minds it would be a lot easier, things like this wouldn't be anywhere near as awkward. Then again, she'd miss out on such precious moments as Hayden's thought process about ogling her friend's chest, and him talking out of his ass.
She spun the umbrella on the countertop to keep herself entertained as she slowly drank through her cocktail. It had kind of a kick to it, she was noticing now.
"Alright." Hayden put his hands on his hips and exhaled. "So I guess I'm done here! It was nice meeting you, Jenny." He waved and backed away from the bar. Unfortunately, Aaron the bartender was walking behind him and Hayden stepped on his foot. "Sorry!" The two men had to grab onto one another to stay upright, then quickly let go again.
"Jesus, man!" Aaron made a face.
Backing away, Hayden lifted his palms and shrugged. "What do you want me to do?" He turned and went towards his office, with every intention of hiding in front of the oscillating fan until the basketball game was over.
Kris watched the interaction with a raised eyebrow before she just looked away, shaking her head with a smile. "So," she began. "Dancing now? We came, you saw, I got a number and all is right in the world." She winked at Jenny, picked up what was left of her drink and tossed it back easily enough. Thank God for the metabolism. "It'll be fun. It's about time you had some fun."
She smiled and got to her heeled feet, wiggling her fingers at Jenny. "C'mon."
"Fun is overrated," Jenny groused though she was obviously not being serious. The drink was great, but she couldn't skull it back the way that Kris had, not if they were going to be dancing and she was supposed to be able to move gracefully on these shoes. She glanced down at her feet before she slid off her stool. Huh. That drink had been stronger than she'd expected. Maybe she should have drank it a little slower.
She glanced back at the crowd watching the game before she nodded decisively. "And I have an opinion, too," she offered with a wink as she slid past Kris and headed towards the door. Cool night air would be welcomed right now. Definitely. And no more alcohol, no matter how fun Kris might make it out to be.