Re: Drinks: Selina/Dick
Appearances are so important. [Her smile said it was an inside joke, and didn't they know about facades more than anyone? Bats and cats and birds? As for not knowing what was what? Well, she had plenty of that going on herself. Misery did love company, didn't it? But her smile wasn't miserable, not at all. She'd always enjoyed Fingerstripes, even when she was young and crawling on his kitchen counter.
She took a sip of the martini when it came, and she rolled her eyes at the mention of motorcycles.] Come on. Even sober, motorcycles are dull, unless you're riding on one. But drunk? I'm disappointed in all three of you.
[Another sip, and she smiled.] I don't know, Dickie. Stevie? Lets me cry all over his broad shoulder. He gets extra points for that. [And then her expression turned a little serious - not too much, they were drinking, after all.] Alright, tell me how you really are, while I'm still sober enough to make all the right sounds of empathy.