Re: By the stage
A nod of her chin was slung dancingly at Adam's introduction, a miniature smile. It was cordial and not plastered, genuine. She just wasn't too talkative yet. The phantasm seemed always on high alert, but her company would soothe that, she was certain.
"Tequila." requested the lace puppet to the bartender. Mo wasn't in the mood to make this dance a slow one. She wanted the hardest, fastest ticket to oblivion possible. One shot was taken at the actual bar itself, burning and heavily slithering down her throat, and she almost screamed it felt so nice; instead she girlishly squealed. Smile number two given to Adam was much broader after that.
The rest of the remaining drinks that Adam couldn't grab, she wired in her loops. They put down in the center of their table. Before she could further say hello to Dria, some guy thought it'd be a good idea to compliment sin's hair by touching it... to which she responded by spitting her gum at his chest, as if it were an appropriate reward for his 'kindness.' He walked off with a scowl.
A "Sorry." was aimed at Dria and Adam. "Automatic."