Hearing Charlie's voice caused Finley to look over in his direction long enough to hear what he had to say to start off with. She was causing a stir, huh? Even though she was pretty far gone, she could still put two and two together and she realized that the bartender must've called for reinforcements. She turned slowly to look back at the bartender, her eyebrow arching upwards as she gave him a look that practically screamed insults of stupidity at him. "Fucking really?" She asked, not expecting an answer. She'd been through this rigmarole before; back before her days on the force she was notorious for causing bar fights. Those had to be tempered down, though, when she became a cop. Didn't mean the urge died down any, though. She looked back over at the man who was supposed to be escorting her away. Too bad it wasn't Jai. At least he was a familiar face in this godforsaken hotel.
"Tell you what," she spun around to face him, clumsily catching herself on the bar and leaning against it with her elbows propped on top. She even smiled back at him, though where his was sincere and gentle, Finley's was sarcastic and barbed. "Why don't you drop down and kiss my ass, Charlie? Or even better, drive me to the nearest airport. Bus station. Fuck, give me a number to a cab or point me in the right direction and I'll be on my merry way." Her eyes narrowed and she watched him for a second. Finally, she rolled her eyes and pushed herself from the bar and walked towards the exit, roughly bumping against Charlie's shoulder as she did so. It might have been that she was in such an ill mood, but it was also very likely that it was just how unsteady she was on her feet. She swung around again, this time propping herself up against a chair, and pointed at the bartender. "Wuss," she hissed at him. "Like I'm so hard to fucking handle." Then she stuck her tongue out at him and proceeded towards the door.
"You coming or what, Charlie boy? Need my escort or I might cause a stir somewhere else."