College boys… So yeah, maybe she did miss her own dysfunctional Charming. She gave a half-hearted look around as that thought threatened to infringe on her good mood. The reminder that there were drinks here perked her right back up though.
“I don’t know what Cyrano whatever is, but I’m a sucker for tattoos. Maybe I could get you a raise.” She laughed cheerily at the offer and volunteered to lead the way to the bar, tossing herself against it once she was there so that the edge pressed into her belly and she was standing on her toes to look at everything behind it. Being someone’s third wheel didn’t sound too appealing and she wasn’t drunk enough to give herself a good excuse for experimentation.
“So’d they just let you go the other day or make you sit there forever like me?”