Re: the bar - 8:15 p.m. - Rafe
Alice's eyes were nearly bulging out of her head. The combination of her embarrassment and the booze was clear on her face and the blush seemed to be making it's way down her neck and onto her chest.
"Um," she managed to say before blinking rapidly and trying to stand straighter. "I'm glad you enjoy... my work...?" She swallowed and cleared her throat. "I understand, it would've been a little weird... I guess... if you just told me in the middle of the bakery. Not... not that there's anything weird with your job. I mean, it's a job, right? And that's... that's good. And you must do it really well if you have a dildo made...of your... you know...
"You just didn't look like... I mean... not that anyone looks like...like there's a way to look in this type of job field..."
She let her head tip back and looked at the ceiling as she let out a loud groan before snapping her head back up and nearly losing balance. "Please don't hate me? You're nice and I don't want you to hate me."