When she saw the blanket came up? Ari looked, and made no attempt to hide it that would have been passable. Sure, she tried to make it discreet, but really? It was obvious. She was good at feigning it, when she had to, but drinking? Drinking never helped.
"No." She shook her head, rather dramatically, at the comment about making fun of her "I like it.." There came that slight slur to her tones, the only real hint of just how much she'd had to drink. She didn't seem to care though, in fact, quite the opposite. Alcohol made a great social lubricant, and she was rather lonely.
Still, that thought was shoved far from her mind. "A little more?" She asked, happy to divert the topic away from herself for a moment. That provocative tone? It wasn't she missed. It motivated her hand to muse upon the keys of her flesh like a pianist, just seeing what notes came out.
"Well.." She waved her hand, as if to dismiss it, or perhaps invite it. "There's nothing wrong with that.." And as for the comment about the bed? Ari was content to ignore it.