Hmm so he didn't want to play the game. Well it was of no matter to Eva, she was perfectly capable of playing her own games and making the most of it. She leaned down and slipped one heel from a small foot, then the next, leaving them in a small pile where she stood. There that was far more freeing and brought her down a couple of inches.
"Oh I don't know Mr. fit." Her tongue felt cottony in her mouth. "I think I should," her finger poked slightly into his chest, "be offended at being called a crap shoot." She didn't seem to notice the fact that her shoes were left behind and she began walking, feet crossing over a bit too much to be anywhere near a sober walk. "Come on now. I bet we can find something far more interesting..." She trailed off and spun around as in idea hit her square in the face.
Oh she knew exactly where she wanted to go. Even if getting in wasn't exactly legal. Where was the fun in staying on the straight and narrow. See how curious he was.