Savannah grinned in reply to the greeting. "Hi, Eve. Wanna sit here or at a table?" It didn't matter much to Savannah. She was, after all, here socially, to laugh and talk and forget, not to remember.
"I didn't think you were going to be a girly drinker," she teased, lifting her own girly drink in a mock-toast. "But I just think beer and vodka and things are just so disgusting. Alcohol should not taste the same way going down as it does comnig up."