Daniel/BB
"Eeee, really?!" Her surprise seemed genuine, the display more than likely lubricated by the amount of vodka she'd ingested. She happily grabbed the fourth -- or was it sixth, at this point? -- shot, clinking it against his. "Yeah, Etsy'll have stuff and it'll ram you up the ass at the same time with your credit card but at least the stuff is usually well made. If you wanna play it cheap, there's always cardboard and spray paint!" She downed the shot, gritting her teeth as she put the glass upside down on the counter, then reached over for one of the pink champagne flutes. Unstingy, she offered one to Daniel as well.
"Lines, though," she continued, taking a sip before continuing, "you gotta be ready to prob stand like an hour, hour and a half in line to get a pic or an autograph or, I dunno, whatever. I don't usually do that kinda stuff but I'll do it for you, sugarbuns." She gulped down half the glass, then sat back on her stool with a wide grin on her face. "Oh my god I'm so excited! And don't worry, I'll make sure you get to feel like a pretty pretty princess, too. Seriously, chicks will be throwing themselves at you, with your looks? Especially that little glower you get, right there, like right now, come the fuck on, you're gonna have Jean Greys lined up for days." BB reached forward and pinched his cheek. "'Course, after the other day, I'd think Wolverine had a thing for Scott Summers. What was up with you and that limping guy at the party?"