Lydia kicked off her shoes, not wanting to be rude and walked into the room and sat on the couch. She wrapped her legs underneath as not to take up to much room. It felt so homey here and not at all like a bachelor pad, which was surprising. She laughed at the dog as he followed them. Alex seemed to be graced with a very obedient dog.
"A little ice please. I don't need a mixer or anything." One thing Lydia had been graced with was a high alcohol tolerance which worked well because she certainly liked he hard stuff. She's fairly certain she inherited it from her father and was forever grateful. She looked up and him and smirked, "So glitter cannons?"