She almost followed him when he went off to the bar but the box caught her attention again. Why were there little people in the box? That seemed a bit cruel... and they seemed to be hurting each other over some ball... She wondered if she took the ball away if they would stop fighting and was about to raise her hand to summon it when he snapped her out of it with the drink.
"Oh! Hi, thank you," she smiled and took it, taking a sip and blinking. She had no idea what that was, but it wasn't particularly bad... "Thanks, it's good.
He let her shuffle her over to what she recognized as a pool table, taking another small sip and resisting the urge to tug at the denims she was wearing. "Okay. Table. Balls. I've got that much down," she smirked a little sadly at him.