Adelaide snickered at Harlow's assessment of the girl, getting on a little bit with the drinks as her laughter rolled more loosely than before. "Oh my god. I saw an automatically adjusting pushup bra once that I swear had more intelligent life to it than her. She'd be way funnier if she wasn't such a waste of pretty, though. That's just offensive."
"God, the sad part is it isn't even small," Adelaide laughed, prettily flushed but more from the booze, she realized, than the subject matter. She didn't feel bashful around him - it was pretty much impossible with the way he talked, and the fact that he kept filling her glass didn't hurt. "But it doesn't matter what you've got if you're more into how fucking good you look while you're at it than anything else," she rolled her eyes. The venom was easily recognizable, and Adelaide rarely cursed more freely than a generous sprinkling of 'goddamn's. "I haven't been out of missionary in years because he likes the way it makes his abs look."
"Oooh my Goood!" Adelaide cringed and hollered, throwing up her arms to wrap around her head and cover her ears. Apparently she could still be embarrassed around him, she discovered. It was just a matter of her own sense of reverence - there was none for Cail, and all of it for 'her Big Bear'. She leaned forward to take a hold on the front of his scrap of a shirt, shaking her head. "He'd run away and hide if you did that and I'd never see him again," Adelaide said, with exaggerated but not quite insincere despair. "I can't have him, but I'd at least like to keep on seeing his face." The only logical thing, then, she decided, was to do as he said. She took up the shot glass he offered, and clinked with him solemnly. "To not scaring away the Big Bear," she said.