"I believe that," she nodded, reaching for the glass of whiskey Clint had ordered for her. Turning her attention toward Ade for a moment she laughed, reaching out and running a hand over the stubble on his face. "What's this, Ade? You breaking out into rebel territory now?" she teased, used to seeing his clean-shaven face. Professional athlete or not, whenever she saw him she instantly imagined him in trousers and a pressed shirt. He just had that air about him.
If she hadn't said it before, she'd say it again. She was bloody glad to be back. Clint's question earned an amused snort. "Look at me, I always get my happy ending," she joked, taking another drink from her glass. "That's like asking if you two have scoped out your conquests for the night."
Sometimes, she was certain they knew each other far too well. Sometimes, she supposed it came in handy. Sometimes, it was simply too much information. Content to remain between the boys and out of flirting distance with any of the Morons in the place, she placed her elbows on the bar and leaned against it. "So what did I miss? Anything good?"