Charlie grinned at Soubi. She was really starting to like him, even if his concern about her ribs made her flush slightly. "Ribs are fine," she assured him, poking herself in the side. Wincing slightly, she made a face. "Okay. Maybe not fine, but they're not killing me, which is a pretty big change in pace compared to normal."
Introducing herself to Elisabeth with another grin, glad the woman seemed welcoming enough (especially since they were the only two females present and she'd rather not have to deal with some bitch who didn't like her just on sight alone), she turned toward Adam as he arrived. He... was a new addition that she didn't mind in the least. And the fact that a few of them seemed to know one another didn't bother her either. From the looks of it, none of them were exactly normal.
"I say two drinks and go, too," she agreed with a nod of her head after a long swig on her beer. The shot of tequila had made a slight warmth spread through her limbs and, while Charlie's alcohol tolerance could rival that of a pirate, she had a feeling she was going to end up just as trashed as the rest of them by the end of the night. Although she would not be singing. She was with Scout on that one, one hundred and ten percent. The fighting, though. That sounded a little more up her alley.