Metal turned on her stool to face him, crossing her legs and lifting her whiskey glass. "Maybe I want to check out this legendary drinking of yours for myself," she suggested with a smirk, gesturing with her glass in a toast to him. There was also the possibility that actually spending time with Blues would remove this annoying little crush of hers as well. Metal didn't hold with the fuzzy emotions in life. She liked them only when they felt deep and raw.
"And, hey," she said with a sip, "Might even save us both from dying of boredom."