"You make an excellent point," Adelaide says. "Though I guess I don't go out there often enough for it to really matter if I'm drunk or not. Not to jinx anything, but these walls are pretty thick. And hey, Khaleesi did alright for herself, considering. It's tough getting respect when you're 5'2 and doe-eyed."
She looks out over the city, and in the distance she thinks she hears the roar of a motorcycle. It hurts, and though she hides it from her face mostly, it shows a little in her eyes. She looks back to O'Brien and pushes it away.
"You kidding?" she scoffs. "You'd be downright charming. And I'm told the ladies are into the Dog King guy, he'd be a real ratings puller." She lifts a brow. "You had any sightings lately? I heard Samson had a run-in by Rollingwood the other day..."