"Home? Hah. I'll go back when I feel like dealing with that," she said, laughing in a moderately drunken fashion. "Not like my 'rents are there, anyway."
"What about you, tall dark n gruesome? What's your story?" She made a swipe for the pilfered booze, but didn't quite grab hold and ended up on a knee, glaring up at him with those milky white eyes of hers. She wasn't fully sloshed right now, but she was obviously inebriated. At her weight it probably wouldn't have taken much... and it was good old fashioned russian 'warmth' in his hand.