"My dad was off the boat Irish, so I wouldn't go that far." She shrugged. "I just like a good stiff drink. Nothing wrong with that." She'd stick her tongue out then. She was finding her way out, wasted Penny. She was a lot like sober-extremely-comfortable Penny, but that Penny hadn't made her way to the surface in a long time. Penny wasn't entirely sure she still existed.
"Yeah, I'll let you know. I don't know the last time I had a friend in the audience." The word stuck in her head for a moment. She wasn't sure she had called Reese a friend to his face before, and she hoped she wasn't mistaken. But she had said it now, no taking it back. Her stomach knotted momentarily, but with her focus fuzzy she could be distracted from the anxiety without too much effort, the comment about his voice enough to draw her attention.
"I promise to suffer quietly. Quid pro quo, man, quid pro quo." It was reminiscent of Yellow Submarine's Jeremy. She had always liked that tiny brown guy. It was one of the few movies she had gotten to watch as a kid, so maybe all children just loved small fuzzy animated animals.