Bea had decided to celebrate her Mexican heritage by a proper Cinco De Mayo earlier in the day, so when she recieved Charlie's text it was on.
She strolled into the Lamb in a small white t-shirt that bared a few inches of her midriff and featured the Mexican flag on the chest, a pair of low rise skinny jeans, and a pair of platform Dorothy Ruby Slippers.
"It's fucking on," she announced to the bar in general, then looked around to see who was there.