Re: the lake -> inside to the bar
She didn't think he was sociable by nature. Sociable by nature would have taken a full-wheel turn when she had retched into the long grass at the side of the lake. He was too silent for sociable, it looked like effort when he spoke. She didn't know if that was because he was prone to silence (monk-like, possibly) or simply conversation strained him. No, she didn't think he was looking to be sociable, which was the goddamn point.
"I don't think you're looking for anything," she told him as she put the empty glass down. The liquid within it had spread warmly through her and it made the room less oppressive. This girl drank, on the outside. She drank like it meant nothing and maybe other nights it didn't. She didn't calculate the difference between one glass and enough to make her pliable, which was probably the point of the liquor hitting in. She wasn't pliable any other night of the year and she didn't mean to start now.
"But you should try. Unless you picked same out at the start of the night, we're all doing something a little different." She didn't smile but a look of sharp amusement crossed her face when he tightened up, flinched as if she had suggested suicide and held out a knife. "I'm blunter than that," she said. "But I'm not experimenting with sociability. If not them, then someone else. Somebody who can flirt, somebody who'll dig in to all that silent treatment." She sounded sure of the prospect of somebody like that floating around, somebody who had downed lightness and joy at the beginning of the night.