She turned a look on him that said she'd noticed the possessive word choice, and was willing to pass it off as a turn of phrase, mostly because the night had scarcely begun and she didn't want it to come to an end so soon. She steered them toward the bar and ordered herself a double Southern Comfort, leaning against the railing as the bartender poured her drink.
She tipped her head back and sighed in contentment. "I haven't had a night to myself to just have fun in far too long," she murmured.