Brooke smiled as she saw Tony walking over. Not so much when he ordered a beer. "You're mean," she informed him, taking a sip of her coke, looking at him over the rim of her glass. She would pretty much kill for a beer right now. It might take the sting out of the soles of her feet. She was sure she was getting a blister.
"My feet hurt," she said, pouting, as she looked down at her feet. She had to admit, the pain was almost worth it. She really loved the way those shoes looked on her. She could get used to pain. She'd done it many times before.
"How's security?" she asked, smiling as she nodded towards the door. She hadn't heard any fist fights breaking out yet, more's the pity, so she guessed it must be a fairly calm night.