Aimee knew Betty was becoming obsessed with the Sheriff. It was something normal - there was moments when your reincarnate influenced you a bit more, which was obviously what was going on with her friend. Luckily enough, she had managed to keep her existence apart from John's. She had firm opinions and a firm mind, and had always drawn a clear line between who she was and who he was. It was for the best, to know where one began and the other ended.
She wondered how would Betty react if she knew Aimee had encountered the Sheriff. On a Saturday night. When she was drunk. Not a good idea, she knew, but it had just happened, and now she didn't know how to explain. Taking those thoughts off her mind, she teased Charlotte a bit. "It's almost as we're more boring than that you're reading." She smirked, taking a sip of her own drink. Honestly, Charlotte was a bit too sober. Everything had a moment, and that surely wasn't the right one to be in such state.
While David served the other girls, she took her time with that eye candy. Oh boy. When he turned to her, she finished her drink and went on to the next. "Now, David, I'll feel jealous if I don't get a drink myself." She said, putting her empty glass aside.