Pulling out her her big guns, the biggest and best she had, Delaney put on a vulnerable face and looked up at Maeve through slightly fluttering eyelashes - not enough to look fake. Just enough to look sincere.
"Can I maybe... see you again, sometime?" she asked quietly, mentally crossing her fingers that the younger girl would say yes.
Hopefully, after a couple of the drinks, Delaney wouldn't have to try so hard. It seemed to her that this girl was wound tighter than a spring, and Delaney hoped to unwind her, a little at a time.