Beer tasted of foul ickiness, but she said nothing about his choice. There were occasions when she thought it was cute. Cute was not a suitable descriptive adjective for a demon and it was best for his ego if she did not mention anything. Hearing him describe himself as an old fogey amused her enough to let a short laugh escape her mouth and she shot him a sly look. "You, aged? Oh, come on. You can keep up with me," Trudi said, her voice falling to almost a soft purr. Having nothing planned except the usual was a bummer - the look on her face made it all too clear she was disappointed. Something needs to happen and soon.
The itch to do something exciting was all too strong and she pouted upwards at him. She knew she had to be careful and so far had never suffered misfortunate, but there was always a first time for everything. "I know. No getting paternal on me just yet, sir. I think I'm off to hunt for trouble." She winked at him, finished her drink, and let her hand rest on his arm for a moment. Doubt he's going to stop me. She'd be surprised if he did and even more pleased if he asked her to dance. Wishful thinking.
She looked around the club room and wondered who looked suitable enough from which she could gather information - or who just looked fun. A man with a couple tattoos on his arms and facial piercings seemed interesting, so she set her gaze upon him.