Re: Lounge Area (Charlie)
She grinned at the kiss, again congratulating herself on not pushing away when he'd pulled her down onto his lap. She was quite comfortable, after all, despite the hoop skirt. Giving him a light smack on the shoulder, Charlie gave a little pout that didn't come across all the way.
"If yer callin' my ass fat, that's not a good way to get into my pants," she teased, despite being uncaring about those sorts of subjects. She was quite aware that the bodice of her dress outlined the praying-mantis structure of her body, though it did help a little in the cleavage department. Just anything to make Rylee squirm, because she enjoyed it.
"An' no, no more of that shit. Though if a drunk does turn up this time, I get to punch him first. An' my dress is so big, I bet we'd piss somebody off just hittin' em..." The thought made her smile, and she wiggled off of Rylee's lap to reach the floor. Her fingers twisted in his hand, attempting to pull him up as well. "So let's go dance!"