Irene was pleased at the way he looked her over, not because she was trying to be particularly seductive toward this particular man, but because you could generally tell a lot about a person from the way they reacted to seeing a woman so exposed. Including how much they wanted to look like they weren't having one. "And you," Irene said, withdrawing her hand.
She scanned that back shelf, quickly, realizing almost immediately that the chocolate martini she'd been fantasizing about on the way over was out of the question. "Whiskey sour," she decided. "But if you really don't use money, what do you use instead?" A little v appeared in her brow. "And where do you do this gathering. The houses? Has everyone been... I don't know. Raptured or something?"