Fred rolled her eyes, setting the PDA down on the couch beside her. She got up and walked over. With a soft apology, she slid her hands into whatever pockets she could find. She might have also patted his lap down very tentatively.
"And no, I didn't want to feel you up, but she's not going to give you a lap dance just because you dig her tights. In fact, she might kick your teeth in." Yes, Fred was looking for some guy's stick in his pants. She was blushing the whole time, but she really wouldn't make Dinah do it. Dinah did have a boyfriend after all. Fred had...she had a guy who sent her flowers. A guy she thought really did deserve better than her.
"I can't kick that high." As if that explained it.