"I wouldn't? Oh, I think I would. Just give me a good reason and I would." She was laughing, too. It was hard not to. She really wasn't serious about it, but she also never knew her temperament and as much as she hated her old mentor, he was right about her and controlling her emotions. Carol wasn't very good at that part.
"Yeah, yeah, more than a little bit." She smirked. "And good! Because those are definitely sacred. You lose your pinky if you break it." That's what she'd always been told, anyway. Of course, it wasn't true. Probably. Funny how alcohol messed with your logic, wasn't it?
"Well, getting home is a bonus." Carol agreed with a nod. "So, we will find this picture and I will be able to die happy to know my life meant something." She was still chuckling as she reached for the empty glass and sighed. Right. She was supposed to stop. She glanced at the bartender and smiled as he came back over to refill them. Yeah. This was going to end badly.
"That and you wear a mask now. No one knows it's you under there, right?"