NACOLA & GARRETT | 11:52PM
Nacola felt a brief flush of heated pride at his words, though it wasn't the type of heat that inspired a blush as it normally might have. "And why would that make you unable to think straight?" Her tone was surprisingly seductive, though of course she had no real experience in that area. Sure, she wasn't oblivious and naive, but she definitely had never done that. Despite the debacle with Noel, it was easier than she would have thought to go with the flow here.
Until, of course, he diverted his attention away from her again.
Resisting the urge to pout, as alcohol seemed to have a no-holds-barred effect on Nacola, she instead resolved to prove that this innuendo and heat and chemistry and tension wasn't all in her head. She had no idea that Garrett was trying to behave for a good reason, and the drinks she'd had plus what she'd taken would soon wipe out her ability to deduce and reason anyway. Ignoring the way he nearly spit out his drink, Nacola smiled at him, attempting to flag down a waiter who was blatantly ignoring her. Frowning, she got her explanation when Lucas' voice filtered through her head. "Party pooper," she muttered under her breath, glaring at him for a moment before returning her focus to where it should be.
An answering naughty grin quickly replaced her displeased frown, and she moved even closer as his eyes seemed to slowly undress her. "Anything," she confirmed softly.