Charlie was well into her third drink and not even feeling buzzed yet. Alcohol tolerance be damned - but she was definitely going to give the stupid thing a run for its money. She'd just have to try harder. The club wasn't as bad as she'd been expecting; just a lot of low lights to give it more atmosphere and make it feel swankier. Why people needed to dress up the fact that they were there to get shitfaced was beyond Charlie, but as long as this chick wearing the leather bustier kept her vodka flowing, she wasn't going to complain.
And then there was her little brother! He waved at her, which Charlie took as an invitation. Walking wasn't hard, not yet at least, and taking her drink along for the ride, she approached Dov as she threaded through the growing crowd easily. There were some perks to being short and skinny.
"I'm sure if I was gonna play the big sister card, I probably ought'a kick yah outta here, but tonight I could not give less of a shit. Does Elias know yer here?" The question was a cursory one, and something she really didn't care about the answer to. For someone who she'd known less than a month, Dov was quickly becoming someone she felt comfortable around. It was similar in a way to how she felt around Cat and Elias - and if she were to compare it to Rylee, there was a similar sensation there as well. Just like she had known all of these people her entire life, despite their connections. Slamming back the rest of her drink, she brought the glass bottom of the cup to the bartop and energetically waved at the bartender for another one.