"Knowing you, every word is pure calculation..." she narrow her eyes, teasing right back at the cheeky bastard. Then he charmed her with that arm around her waist and swaying in time together.
Abi didn't understand a lick of Spanish and just smirked at both of them, eyeing the bartender a little bit too. Spanish men were attractive, she couldn't help it. "I understand that part," she chuckled. "You might need to teach me a couple of words for pure survival."
The music was a little intoxicating still, and she hummed along, "You'd think that but no. 1980's pop was an integral part of culture in the day. You need to learn about it."