Charly looked over at the stranger who'd addressed her. A young woman with dark hair, styled unlike anyone else's that she'd seen here. It suited her, though. "Definitely the drink," Charly said.
The band was interesting in a way. The same way she'd have been interested in observing the customs of aliens on a new world. She'd never seen a real 21st-century band playing live before, and some of the music she enjoyed. Some, not so much. It was very loud, though. Unnecessarily loud, in her opinion. But maybe that was just how it was done here.
The woman was looking at her, and Charly had a sinking suspicion that she'd just said all that out loud. It occurred to Charly had she might be drunk.