Was it supposed to be a euphemism for something or other, she wondered, taking a sip from her glass before shaking her head. "Nah. I don't feel like listening to wannabe rockers right now." She had to be in the right mood for that.
"Listen, I'll cut the chitchat. You wanna grab a bottle of champagne and go to my place?" What was the worst that could happen? He could say no. Big deal.