"I mean, it's a numbers game. Have you messaged a total ton of ladies? Are you being picky? Online dating isn't like the real world - it's an algorithm, babe." Eliza said sympathetically. She reach out and patted Roxy's hand that had just set down the empty flute. She held up her own cup to be topped off as Roxy finished pouring her own.
"I don't mind at all, though there's not much to show around. I might have to lend you an outfit." Eliza didn't care much for fashion - she was very much a jeans and t-shirt girl - but she knew clubs had dress codes and she loved showing off her body, so she knew how to do club attire thing down to a tee. She somehow doubted Roxy even owned a clubbing dress. Her thinking that wasn't a lesbian thing, it was just a Roxy thing.