This couldn't be normal. Normal people did not do this. Or maybe they did. Hell, Joanie wouldn't know normal if it bit her on the ass. Taking a swig from her beer, she watched him with a raised brow. "You, boring? You're more entertaining than a gerbil on crack, I don't think you have to worry." However, she paused as he handed over his ass card. Her cheeks flushed scarlet - she told herself it was the alcohol - and she folded her arms, fixing him with a venomous glare. "Hey!" she barked. "Maybe...I just didn't want to answer it. You ask a lot of questions, maybe I just don't think you deserve all the answers."