As much as she liked to posture, Jen admitted, begrudgingly, that she liked Hal and actually enjoyed spending time with him, but only in private when the odds of someone actually hearing were slim to none. Which meant she didn't really need that much arm twisting when he invited her over. Or however that worked, bamboozled into bringing him whiskey she'd argue. Although, he did save her bacon with that space lesson of his, that came none too soon, moments before her attack.
"Hal," she said in kind, grinning back and holding out to him the bottle of Jameson. She was dressed similarly, although considerably under dressed (and yet put together...) for someone who was a self-described fashion maven, with her signature necklace and person. She liked the color green, sue her.
"So, what's on tap for tonight? Getting sloshed and braiding each other's hair?"