charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie raised an eyebrow at the man next to her. He was absolutely right, of course-- she could take down Moore in a few seconds if she had to. And lord did she want to. If it weren't for her promise to Paulson, she would have. But why would he even notice that? She hadn't really said much, and, at least in her mind, she'd been doing a pretty good acting job. People didn't usually place their money on the tiny girl in a fight, anyway. "Man's an FBI agent and he's twice my size," she stated flatly, shrugging. "Why the fuck do you think I could take him down? Or that I'd even want to?"
She rolled her eyes at the little wink, though the corners of her mouth twitched up into a small grin. He really was attractive, in more ways than she wanted to admit, but she also had to let him know she wasn't about to fall into his arms over a drink. Besides, it kind of annoyed her that he'd just assumed she hadn't wanted the cheap stuff. "I don't fucking think so. I ordered what I meant to. This lady's fucking drinks are on her, pal," Charlie snapped, taking the cheap vodka and knocking it back, before pouring another shot. Yes, she'd ordered the cheap stuff out of financial concerns. Money wasn't exactly tight, but she didn't make a shit-ton of money and she was trying to put her brother through college at a private institution. There were bills to be paid, and that meant not blowing her funds on booze. Still, her pride wouldn't allow her to be bought. She'd had quite enough of people ordering drinks for her over the past few weeks. The too-sweet taste of fruity cocktails still lingered on her tongue from all the times she'd had to force them down.