Bridget set her cup down, pouring herself some more and shrugged a little at Kherrie's persistant question. "Umm, after you left we had a couple more drinks," she said. "We talked about our families, avoiding any serious discussions about the war - unlike what I did with Charlie that ended up being disasterous," she sighed. "Oh, and I found myself very curious about his tattoos, which he obliged in showing me some of them." she smiled. "It was a nice evening."