"Well you didn't ask," she drawled out as she slid out of her booth, leaning over his jacket, her hand latched around his neck as her lips brushed against his lightly, then she kissed him, quite eagerly, but she pulled away before it deepened, “Good luck in losing,” she smirked, as she moved her hand from his neck, raking her nails a little on his skin before she straighten up, then moved to sit down.
Settled back in her booth, she lifted up her shot glass “We should toast to something.”