He was awfully close to her, she didn't mind, per se. But it was a little odd, she could admit that. Sipping at her drink again while he ordered, Demelza tried not to grimace as he shouted just by her ear. Perhaps they ought to get a table somewhere down the back where the noise was a lot thinner.
Just as she was about to suggest it, though, he provided her with the perfect opportunity - mixed in with something of an insult. Perhaps he hadn't meant it as one, but it irked her a little. "Depends on the girl," she returned. "I don't go home with just anyone. And I like it here because a lot of my friends come here and I like the dancing and chance to, you know, have a drink and some good fun. And maybe," she teased with a small mischievous smile, "you just need to look at it from a more innocent perspective."
Someone familiar, brunette and female stopped at the bar to order a drink for herself - ugh. It was Rose. Demelza was not looking forward to any further encounters with that woman, she might pour the contents of her bottle of Breezer all over her brother's ex.
"Listen do you want to get that table back there? It's so loud, I can barely hear you," she suggested at last with a little urgency in her voice.
They'd just have to wait it out for the chips. Damn.