"Future?" Toli lightly scoffed. "If you're not yet an alcoholic, you're doing something wrong."
She glanced over the name - pretty name for an ugly guy - and repeated the number aloud. It would help her to remember it better. The other guys were staring, so she held her arm out to them, "Wolfe here couldn't afford me even if I were offering, but if anyone else wants to try their luck ..." It was clear she was joking - at least on the last part.
"I gotta get home and see who else is worth chasin'. Best of luck with the paperwork, Wolfe and -" she wriggled her arm, "I'll be givin' you a call, I'm sure. Can't wait for yours."