Pyro/Carol
"You really like tempting me, don't you?" She was smirking, narrowing her eyes and cocking her head. John was acting in good fun, but she was still very drunk and might not be prone to making the best decisions.
Then her eyes widened. Why did he tell him that? "Don't you dare!" She shoved him, not too hard and warned him. "The last person that called me that ended up in a pretty nasty accident." Accident, dogfight, same thing, right? Either way, Minn-Erva had lived to regret the nickname. At least, that's what drunk Carol thought.
When John whispered, she made a face. A confused face. "Like sex books?" Why would he be whispering about that? Then her eyes went wide. "OH! YOU'RE books!! That's amazing! Radical- do kids say radical, still??"