"Aaugh, Jesus, please," Adelaide winced, throwing one arm up to bury her face in, shaking her head while she did it. "Please, just let me live in my happy bubble where I know nothing. I've been in there a long, long time and I'm happy there. I'm happy to face any and all disturbing truths aside from my brother's supposed sex life. I can have my one thing. And that guard is absurd, if you're that hot and you have to beg for it like she comes in here doing, there is something seriously wrong with you."
"Ah, indeed," Adelaide returned, feeling a little bit prickly and a little bit amused at his obvious skepticism on the matter. At the moment Addie thought it was quite clear where Sarge, at least, stood on the issue. When he asked about her engagement she put up one finger, and with the other hand took hold of her drink. "Hang on a sec," she said in answer, and downed the rest of the potent drink. "Yeah alright, might be ready now," she said, wryly.
His reaction to her praise pleased Adelaide, she wasn't used to it being so easy and natural to say the right things to somebody. She'd started to think she was defective and just plain couldn't talk to anyone who wasn't from Montgomery or O'Brien, but he was slowly renewing her faith that she was just maybe talking to the wrong damn people. And then he was pulling her up onto that beautiful bar, and her mouth dropped into a gape. "Up here? What are we going to do up here?" she demanded, clearly resistant even as she was pulled to kneeling by him. "We're on the bar. Why are we on the bar? Somebody needs to fill up my drink now."