She shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "I don't like sweet drinks," she said, thinking of the time she'd tried a Margarita. "They just taste like liquor and just- No thank you. I believe I'll stay with my white wine. I like it better." She nodded and sipped on her drink laughing at his next comment. "I would say that I've met more than my daily quota. He's quite scary, actually," she said, peeking a glance at the tall Chaser. "I'm not sure why he insists on picking on me." She shook her head and shrugged gracefully. She really didn't understand it at all.
Laughing softly, she just made a face. "I doubt any of the players on the Falcon's would refer to me as a sweetheart. Possibly a tyrannical... well, I'm not going to use that kid of language but you understand." She sighed and took another sip. "I hope my boss gets back. I don't believe I'm cut out for bossing a team of testosterone filled men around."
She bit her lip and looked at Zach. "Well, if you think you can..." she did worry about his drinking but she didn't say anything. "However, if you don't find me, I'll have most definitely gone home." She would never just sit on a bar stool without company. It would be too... well, scary. After three minutes, she'd nearly gone to sit with Adrian.