"Oh god," Adelaide spluttered, coughing a bit over her drink and fanning herself with her hand for a moment before she recovered. "There's a mental image I just don't need," she said. "I ignore the entire fact that my brother likely has a sex life as staunchly as possible. Besides. If anyone's got a shot at something like that with Jims, it would be you? But I'm almost totally sure that no one does."
Addie stirred her drink with one of those plastic swords someone had looted a bunch of, and when Harlow spoke of Cutter Addie looked up. "Oh. No. No, same loft, but he's a couple of aisles over. Um. Patents room," she said. The drink was definitely good, and seemed to be doing its work as Harlow intended. "It's actually really cozy up there. But he sticks to his own aisle."
And then he asked about tasting the rainbow, and the flush of her cheeks could have been from the booze or not. "Only rainbows I'm tasting are made with red dye number five and a damn lot of sugar," she told him. She lifted up her left hand, with the giant diamond there. "Fiance wouldn't like me sampling too many of those, I'm sure."
"Drain pipe?" Adelaide echoed, and then realization dawned over her features and she went from surprised to impressed to 'I should have known' in three seconds flat. "You're the billboard guy?" she said, plenty discreet enough to lower her voice and lean in. "You're amazing. Cleverest shit I've ever seen, you say everything everyone here wishes they could figure how to. I'm not even any kind of activist and that stuff gets me fired up."