Ninaski rolled her eyes and waved away the threat when the phone was waggled in her direction, text still not sent. "Like I care." She tossed back a good portion of the contents of her crystal mug and then repeated it as Dio and Bast fumbled for the phone. "Like. I. Care. You know why? Because I think after how many millinea he trusts me, Bast." A pair of pants flew past her head.
"And I trust him to trust me to keep my grabby hands to myself thankyouverymuch." During all of that there was the wrestle for the phone that was drenched in beer and now Bast was wrestling him for some reason. But the text hadn't been sent, so. Whatever. At least not that she noticed.
Shirts were flying. Well, the boys were getting into it. Good to know someone was having fun.
"No, no. Shoo," she waved at one man whoe came wandering close too her. More booze. She needed more. If there were drunk men wandering around stripping and she really had no interested, legitimately in them, and Bast was going to be in a pissy mood... she was going to need a whole lot more booze. She drained the mug and a familiar but rarely felt warmth crept through her. "Dio, baby, I need a refill. Kitkat, calm your tits before someone calls the cops. Don't make me sit on you. Because I will. And then instead of just stripping all these idiots are going to speculate as to whether or not we're going to lez out." She sighed. "Fuck, why do you have to be so goddamn amped up."
A red strappy heel lifted and pressed as gently as possible into the groin of a shirtless drunk man. "I said no, wander away now, spanky."