"Tequila, why Miss Hardy, are you trying to lead me astray?" She attempted an innocent voice before the wicked smirk ruined it. "Bet I can drink more than you."
She went in ahead of the blonde and ordered a couple of tequilas at the bar before going back to their previous conversation.
"The sliding thing? I get it you know. Kinda went there myself a few years back. As for the guy thing.. you were hurt, lashing out. Could have been worse, you could have had Anya turn up and grant a vengeance wish, then things could have been nasty." She gave Felicia a scrutinizing look. "Doesn't mean you deserve what Creed did."