"Magic, baby," Brett replied to her good friend with another quick grin. "Pure magic." Taking a glance at both the time and the tracklist, she plugged in an iPod to the deck, scrolling through the menus with one hand.
The other dug within the black jacket and withdrew the flask -- which she handed over without protest to the Burlesque queen .... mostly. "I want it back," the Brit said smugly, her lips set in a crooked grin. She plugged in microphone to the expensive equipment, clearly up to some kind of preplanned mischief.
"We're all set," the pirate encouraged the masked man with a grin. "Though perhaps you should pull up a chair. It's gotten crowded on the floor."