Oh, she hadn't been nervous - that was a different game than star struck, in her opinion, but she could understand what he was saying. "Barry Ryan is brilliant, of course," she agreed easily. It had taken quite a bit of wheedling with her parents to let her go to the 1994 World Cup, as she'd been sixteen at the time, but they had eventually caved when she'd introduced a friend's parents to them who promised to look after her and keep her safe. In any case, it wasn't difficult to see why Oliver idolized Ryan so much.
Gen pulled her lower lip between her teeth to keep from smiling too wide at the way he held her drink hostage. "You're right, and I am a woman of my word," she agreed, laughing now. Oh, how she wanted to make a quip about not stopping at just one drink, but there were Reasons not to do that.
She glanced over at Jenn when the other woman slid the martini over to her. "Oooh, thank you!" She too enjoyed a sweet alcoholic treat from time to time, and she appreciated the gesture, even if it was from the enemy, she thought with more than a little amusement. "Yes, go on, get something sweet," she echoed to him, though the words were said in a way that shouldn't bring to mind a martini but something far less innocent.