"Yeah, me either. I like my bars to be a little lighter, so yah can see if somebody's comin' at yah. Pick a fight in here an' the whole place is liable to explode. Though..." She stopped before finishing her thought, something of a wicked smirk growing on her face.
Charlie wasn't about to pick a fight just yet, not when the evening was still plenty interesting. After all, this was a perfectly opportune moment to pick Dov's brain about his stay, whether or not he liked it here, and whatever other questions happened to pop into her brain.
"So, how're yah and Mr. Stone Face gettin' along?" She took a slight sip of her drink, her tolerance so high that she barely needed to grit her teeth against the taste of the hard liquor - whether that was a testament to skill or alcoholism was anyone's guess. Watching Dov with curious eyes, she leaned against the counter, for all the world looking perfectly comfortable even as she kept a wary eye out for those around her.