As soon as Chris' gaze caught on the martini glasses, his brow cocked upwards and he looked at Elisabeth. "Wasn't expecting fancy boozing." Was his only comment. This was fancy. Think, Jal's dad's club fancy.
A bit about himself? Well, that he could certainly do. He leaned back into the couch languorously and took a sip of his drink, managing to stop himself from making a typical male comment about how great it tasted. "Just Chris, thanks. Christopher's what I get called by Jal when she's pissed off at me. I dunno really. There's not much to say. I'm eighteen, I'm supposed to live in Bristol and.. I smoke, drink, shag, fuck and take anything and I'm not afraid to admit it, yeah?" He could go on all night, really. Usually he wouldn't be quite so forward with someone, but she was giving him booze so he figured she was as good of a person to open up to as anyone else. "What about yourself?"