Evelyn smirked, leaning back against the booth. "I wouldn't dream of putting myself in the buffet line that you have here. So much more to explore and sample I'm sure." Then she tilted her head, "Would I even know if you...tasted...me?" She glanced from the stage to the dancefloor of people moving, grinding, and she didn't want to think what that could possibly be doing the way they were moving in the shadows. This place was really trying to live up to it's rep. Maybe it did have the makings of a fae party, just tinged differently.
"My own," she assured him effortlessly, though the thought came unbidden to her that maybe it wouldn't be such a dreadful fate if she somehow didn't. And thoughts like that were dangerous. She tilted her beer at him in salute as he agreed with her evaluation. "It is like that," she smiled.
Her own shot had gone smoothly down her throat. It had a strange taste to it. Not a burning sensation, but a cooling one. Almost icy as it traced it's way through her. No need for a chaser, it was good on her own. "It's something," she thought aloud. "Maybe you should be the one with the stripper. You're more experienced with a woman than I am. Maybe I should get you the dance." Really, he was more experienced at everything than she was considering she had only ever been with one man...elf....
She pushed another shot toward him, "Here. Have another. You'll need it for when you go up on stage to show your good." She picked up another shot, examining it. "You do know how to show a girl a good time."