For the first time that evening, a smile broke out over her face - most of it was attributed to the alcohol she'd been guzzling, but Dov was definitely being amusing.
"Hell, yah don't look like yah should be in here, but whatever, I don't give a fuck. What Elias doesn't know won't hurt 'im," she replied, finally receiving her much desired drink. Ever since that night when she'd gone over to apologize, it was like a weight had been lifted between them; and, Charlie had to admit, it was an improvement. Rylee had definitely been right when he'd put into words the desire she'd had to still have some kind of family. The Ekholms had always been that for her, and probably always would, but there was something different about blood relations.
"What the hell are yah drinkin'? Fuck this place is ridiculous, the lights an' all that shit? Don't get what's so wrong with just a regular bar... Hell, can barely see yer hand in front of yer face in here," Charlie rambled on, perfectly content to scrutinize and judge the bar to which she had been sort of invited. Where the hell was that guy who said he would be buying the drinks?
"So are yah here 'cause'a that forum post, or do yah come here a lot? 'Cause I gotta say, this place is fuckin' snooty."