"Aww. Sad." Ingrid pouted a little bit, giving him that sort of playful grin of hers. "Now the world will never know." She giggled and then shot the woman another glance. It was clear now that they were laughing at her, and Ingrid didn't care if she did get offended. Maybe it would motivate her to carry her tired ass home and put on some clothes and wash her face clean of the Tammy Faye Baker look. She could only be doing her a favor by insulting her, after all.
Ingrid smirked a little as Fox slid off of his stool, then quirked a brow when all he did was stand there. So he wanted to play that game, did he? Pushing away from the jukebox, she took a few steps towards him, but with a wicked grin, she changed her course, and instead found herself with an arm snagged around some older man's neck. He wasn't her taste at all, but that didn't matter any.
"Dance with me?" She practically purred the words. He was more than happy to oblige, hands seeking out a comfortable spot as she writhed and moved against him, curious and taunting glances tossed in Fox's direction. Check, perhaps? But was it Mate? Or were they going to play a bit more?