Re: At the bar (Sean, Karin)
"So often I'm starting to think you might be trying to get me out of it." She laughed, tossing him a teasing wink. "You look quite dashing, yourself. Have you ever thought of cleaning up more often? You do it so well."
After a moment's thought she ordered a double whiskey sour, hoping for enough alcohol to keep a steady, low buzz going throughout the night. She felt on the verge of something great, as if something might happen at any minute; what, precisely, she did not know, but she felt it all the same. With drink in hand she turned to the crowd, scanning for familiar faces. "Do you see any open seats?" she asked. "Maybe you can shoulder through and find us a good table, hm?"