Addie sipped something fruity she'd mixed up, alternating it with Captain and Coke but taking her time about it. Drunk as she'd gotten lately with her brother, she didn't usually set out to get flat out drunk in public. She leaned her elbow on the bar and grinned at Harlow. "I got some idea," she said. "Suspect we may have a similar love of infamy between us."
When his music came on Addie laughed, moving in a prim little wiggle that was about as much of a letting loose as he'd seen from her when it came to dancing. "And thank you, I do my best. Helps when you're in New York City, everything is free, and people loot shit like cargo pants and leave this gem behind. You're looking dashing as usual, yourself. Really like the side view," she grinned, as it showed off his pale skin and ribs, and though some didn't necessarily go for that, she thought her wild friend was quite an admirable specimen.
"Of course no backlash yet. They all talk big. Who was the worst? Bet there was filtered posts, right?" Adelaide questioned. She loved a good bit of insider information just as much as any girl should.