"Well god DAMN." Bea Wilson laughed loudly, walking up to Jane with a beer in her hand (Shut up. Her father was pretty much Alex's bestie here, and they all knew that, while only 18, she could hold her alcohol better than most 300 lb. male truck drivers. So sue her for having faith that Alex wouldn't be the type to harsh her buzz here and take it away). The tiny blonde came sauntering up to the older woman in short-shorts and a tight striped tank top that left almost nothing to the imagination, giving a shit-eating grin that wasn't exactly subtle in it's flirtiness. "How YOU doin', huh?" She asked, in her best Joey Tribbiani voice.