[She didn't want to cause any trouble at Sam's party, and so she waited until the strippers, when most people were distracted. If it went badly, she could get out quickly. She'd promised to give him time, but she was still worried about the angel.
And so she approached quietly, holding out a beer. There's paint in her hair, but she scrubbed the stuff off her skin at least.]
You can tell me to shove off, but I just wanted to see if you were okay. I guess that's pretty stupid.