The first thing Carly noticed about this chick that so kindly supported her right to drink roofies was that she was practically a giraffe. She was tall, easily having a foot on Carly and then some. The tiny redhead had to crane her neck to see the girl's face, the same way she did with some of her friends back home. Being around tall men wasn't surprising - boys were tall, after all, it's how they were. But tall girls? It was like finding out that aliens existed.
At the stork's command, the bartender went about preparing their drinks. The bourbon came first - without roofies, but Carly didn't know that - in a red plastic cup. Carly took it with a raised brow, glancing down and sniffing it. "What's this?" she asked, looking up as the boy handed the tall girl an identical plastic cup.
"It's your drink," he said, voice a bit thin. Another person might have recognized it as irritation. Carly didn't quite catch that.
Snorting, she held the cup up. "In this?" she asked. When he nodded, she shrugged. "Okay, I mean. If this is what college students do." She hesitated. "I mean, what we do." She looked over at the storky girl, giving her a firm nod. "Because I'm a college student, you see." With that said, she took a long swig of her drink.