Ruby's smile grew, but in a more subtle way, and only in one direction. Her small shoulders shrugged under her black hair and fitted leather jacket, as she pursed her lips coyly. His enthusiasm was refreshing, as well as obviously overcompensating for the annoyance they both shared.
"Doubt you have enough money to get me drunk," she told him honestly, but meandered a little closer to him- and to the club entrance. "But we can start with getting you drunk. I have a feeling you might need it."