Tiny sipped her margarita happily, eyeing the jug that was full of delicious alcoholic goodness. Perhaps she had gone overboard with the pitcher. She was a little too impulsive sometimes. Maybe Ben would drink some after he was done his beer.
She waggled her eyebrows at him over the rim of her glass for a moment, then set the glass down and looked at him. In response to his question about it being a first date, she just offered him a mysterious exprsesion, smiling and shrugging teasingly. He knew what her situation was, kind of. They'd talked about it already, about her lack of interest in men, so she felt no pressure in that sense. So far, she enjoyed his company and thought that they got on quite well.
She just kept right on smiling and said, "Well, the issue of who's paying has yet to be decided, hasn't it. I could win."
She stirred her margarita with her finger for a moment, then licked it clean absently before asking curiously, "What's the craziest thing you've ever, ever done? Ever? And it had better be really crazy. I have very high standards, you know. As far as stories go."