Re: at the food table, 8:30 p.m. - max
She grinned and chewed on a shamrock, looking down at her nails, cut short and painted black. "You can't break what you don't have," she said, showing them off to BB. "For real though, it doesn't happen as much as you'd think, it's mostly just keeping people at a distance. From a distance, though sometimes they like to chat me up." She started pulling apart another piece of kebab.