Evaan | Carol
Evaan shrugged, "It's only a bad idea if you leave the bottle and your hands aren't as nice as they look."
Of course, she'd taken a glance or two at them. Short, clean, no hangnails or anything that could snag or cause discomfort. Just as pretty and perfect as Evaan hoped. Not that she'd planned on possibly going upstairs with her. For as pretty as everyone told her she was, Evaan was generally pretty terrible at flirting or picking anybody she was interested in up. She was either too blunt or too subtle, there really wasn't much of an in-between. Really the whiskey had done most of the heavy lifting in this case, and she'd only gotten blunt at the end when she wanted to be sure they were on the same page.