"Sorry, Dal! In our defense, we weren't aiming for you, it wasn't in our plans for you to stand up so suddenly!" Betty snickered, mentally brushing aside the use of the word 'our'. Twice. That was the thing, with Betty and Robin. It wasn't even necessarily about the line between them, or the fact that Betty rarely drew it. The real kicker was, there wasn't much line there to begin with. As she was becoming increasingly aware of, she and Robin? Not many differences between the two. It scared her more then she liked to admit.
Giving Charlotte a knowing look and flashing a smile at David, Betty tossed beers to Dallas and Aimee and offered one to David as well. "Mmm. Right. Check. No killing the boat." With a small laugh that sounded more like a sigh, she stretched back out to lean her back against the seat behind her and rest her head. The sun was still fairly bright but sunglasses and a hat fixed that problem well enough. As fun as last night had been, she was grateful for the brief stint of drunken calm right now. And at the same time... she was already getting bored again. Betty Peabody, unable to do only one thing for more then thirty seconds at a time.
"We should play a game!" Came the slightly muffled cry after a few moments from under Robin's hat, which was now taking over most of Betty's face. She didn't even bother moving it, nor did she move much at all from where she was lying languidly on the deck of the boat. But she was ready to jump up and get into gear the moment something exciting happened.