Re: Under the lights: Tandy/Mars
The more the boy spoke, the more perplexed the expression on Mars' face became. The look was a slow, honeyed pour of disbelief that gradually overtook her flabbergasted fury of spilled drink dramatics. Eventually, with a perfectly penciled eyebrow going crooked, there was even some minuscule note of amusement to be found, which could definitely be blamed on whatever booze she'd managed to drink so far. "You sound like Bill Nye. You know, the Science Guy?" Bill's logic and science-oriented existence was something that Mars had grown to know solely through Twitter, although she'd heard somewhere that he'd had a television show or something back in the day.
"The sugar's the best part," she explained, as if that should have been well-documented and totally obvious. Of course, seeing as how the boy was drinking a beer, he clearly hadn't gotten the memo. Or maybe it was just, as he'd said, a means to the end purpose. Mars wasn't really supposed to drink, according to all medical advice ever. Then again, she wasn't really supposed to do a lot of things.
"Alright then, Boy. I'll take another drink." She advanced, prepared to follow him.