Ari seemed puzzled for a moment, surely a side effect of the drink that still stewed in her juices, mixing up all the thoughts in her head like a puzzle that someone had brushed off the table and unto the floor. The pieces were there, but they were scattered, flipped, indistinguishable from one to the next, and she couldn't see the whole picture. It was frustrating, and she shook her head again, to try and clear the fog from her mind.
"Probably not.." Her speech sunk and she glanced down at bare arms, the soft, pale, color of her skin already speckled in goosebumps. It was funny, being drunk, you never really realized how cold you were until you thought about it. She shivered for a moment, before listening to those soft words. Oh that accent was absolutely delicious.
She shook her head, firmly at that. "Nope." Ari loved to Dance, but people? Not so much. "Besides." She half grunted. "Everyone here seems to have some problem with me." Which was true, even if she spat it off in an air of superiority. Defense mechanisms were funny things. If she played it up like she was better? Maybe being insulted wasn't so bad. "Something about mud, or mugshots, or something?" She shrugged absently. "I don't know..."
Her voice trailed off as she seemed to be in thought, pink tongue snaking out to dance across the darkened landscape of her lips. The sparkled shine left it its wake twisted for a moment. "Why?" She asked, her voice hushed, dripping with suggestive advance. "Did you want to dance?"
See? Harmless. She felt proud, clever, even while drunk, and as her finger coiled like a serpent around Emma's own, she grinned like a mad-woman.