The glass was took and she brought it back and cradled it against her heart. The other hand brought the bottle of SOCO and she nursed the empty glass with the honey pot of spicy bourbon.
She sipped at it dutifully and with scribbly brows watched as he printed her out the next part of their conversation.
"You're so sure?" She asked him, her lips still on the glass, her voice falling into the well of liquid courage. "we're should we look first?"
Then the light bulb went on, "Somewhere where there are lots of ladies? Booze. Colors and music?" She drank her glass down with a heave ho and surmised him with some thing cross between hope and leery loathing,"Do you know anyplace like that?"