Neely chuckled and dragged her fingers through her hair, "it’s not even my first name," she joked. Of course, she didn’t plan to tell Marlowe what her first name was, since that was reserved for very special people. Or for her brother, if he wanted to annoy her. Heh. "Okay," she leaned across the table and indicated what she was saying with the pen, "this is the address and the name of the bar, Avarice. My cousin’s names, business hours and contact phone number, and uh, my number, if you ever wanted to hang out," she smirked. Because ‘hang out’ was a great euphemism for ‘sex’, and while she didn’t often use euphemisms, she kind of went with her instincts in this case.