The night had started off so boring. She was irritated and wanting to lash out but she couldn't ever just go off half-cocked even when she was feeling especially reckless and impulsive. Everything she did had to be smart and methodical. She needed to make sure that nothing could ever be traced back to her unless she wanted it to. When people acted quickly or with emotion, they got sloppy. And not only was sloppiness against her aesthetic as a general rule, it also got you caught.
There was a reason why she'd always been able to remain a solid two steps ahead of the Liars and it wasn't because they were dumb. Well, most of them actually were kind of, but not Spencer. Spencer was a genius. It took a lot of work to stay ahead of someone who was not only that naturally intelligent but had honed her intellect through more schooling than most people would bother committing themselves to.
So, no, she wasn't going to do anything rash. Charlotte was going to do what she always did and make every bit of suffering worth the wait.
"Marcel Gerard." She repeated, allowing the syllables to roll off of her tongue as though they were delicious. She liked it. It sounded...French. "Parlez-vous Français?" Charlotte half-teased, though really, she'd spent a lot of time in France and was actually somewhat obsessed with it. She loved everything about it: the food, the clothes, the wine, the men.
This one certainly fit the bill of her approval.
"Probably the same thing someone as handsome as yourself is doing here all alone," She replied smoothly, leaning in to sip her drink. Her tongue very deliberately circled the straw before her lips closed over it and she took a long sip. "Just looking for a little something-something to pass the time. A girl gets so bored sometimes, you know?" She asked, smirking before she added: "Or maybe you don't know. Because you don't seem boring at all."