Lexi rolled her eyes at that. "Don't worry Clint, I know monogamy is difficult for you to understand," she patted his arm comfortingly, "sooner or later you'll find a real woman who knows what they're doing. She doubted his normal female stock wasn't cut out for much more than a quickie, which seemed depressingly lacking. Oh well, to each their own. Clint didn't know better, so it was unlikely that he would miss the difference.
Adrian's scheming was a much better topic. Some days Clint's refusal to play nice irritated her. Turning her attention from Clint to Adrian, she raised an eyebrow at his request. It would not be the first time she played a role in order to get either one of them laid. It truly was unfair as she was the only one responsible for getting herself laid.
Shooting him a feigned sigh of exasperation, she took his hand and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. Dancing with Adrian felt strange, especially since she was just a prop. She was quite glad that Dean had needed to work that evening as Adrian's hands were unabashed with moving where they wanted to even as his eyes were intently focused on the brunette he could see over Lexi's head. He didn't need to say anything, as everything the woman needed to know was in Adrian eyes. If the slight squirming in her seat was anything to go by, Lexi was certain he had nothing to worry about closing that deal.
Returning to their seats, she ordered another beer, "It's sad that you can use me as a prop," she snorted, before starting the bets that usually followed one of Ade's schemes. "10 minutes?"