Once Church got up, Tex was sliding out of the booth as well and pressing her hands down over her button up shirt (it really.. looked like one of Church's shirts, actually) to smooth out any wrinkles. "I'm not your woman." Reminded to the Bluetard, with a roll of her eyes. Then she was glancing again at Del and giving her a curt nod before dropping some cash on the table to pay for the drinks. It was time to get out of here.
So, with a brush past Church (she bumped her shoulder into his firmly as she moved past) the red-head was moving for the door of the diner. If they were going to fuck she was going to find a better location than a bathroom stall in some twenty-four hour food joint.