Carol rolled her eyes at the "fights happen" comment. "Yeah, I can handle a table or two getting destroyed, but not the whole fucking place." Carol was going to make sure she was ready to step in next time. Maybe. Or fucking Peter better be there, at least.
John was right. Carol saw straight through the smil. "God, you're annoyingly persistent, aren't you?"
Was she flirting back? Maybe a little. But fuck if she was going to admit that to herself for anyone else. Usually, she was drunk before she started making these bad decisions.
Then he started on about the Clash and her eyes narrowed in a playful challenge. "They're alright, but the not as influential as the Runaways and the New York Dolls."