"Aw shucks, fella. You're too kind." Pretty was not usually the word people used for her but it was far more polite so she let it go. It wasn't like she thought she was a troll.
She sat her beer down to take the glass. She was never one to sip on whiskey and she downed it quickly enough. Beer was for sipping. "Never know. He does have a thing for bringing blonds home," she said dryly, only her eyes betraying her joke.
"Hot kinky sex. I thought he'd wait awhile before bringing in a third, not that I'm complaining. Guess he has a thing for punishing naughty STs." She hadn't missed his mark either. It was clear she was full of shit but she didn't feel like sharing her personal problems with a complete stranger, even if he did give her whiskey. "What about you? No more soap at home?"