Mirroring his smirk, Nisha raised an eyebrow as well. "Oooh, I could use that kind of luck sometimes. All the time." She could easily imagine him as her good luck charm around a poker table; if men had them so could she. She sipped on more of her drink as she watched her new friend move to the edge of his seat, looking agitated. Nisha would have told him to chill out and enjoy, but he might be one of those people whom being told to calm down only did the opposite.
Sick of drinking. There was a new one. Everyone she'd met at this place had been the type to have a drink or ten when the mood would strike. Hearing someone say they were sick of it was the strangest thing she'd heard all week. "Oh, honey, now I'm worried about you." She teased.
Offering him a warm smile, she introduced herself. "I'm Nisha. Pleasure."