Sharon hadn't intended to meet the kid's eyes, but there was something just irresistible about the little squeak the kid let out, that drew her own brown orbs back to that cute freckled face as it turned to search for the culprit.<i>Well shit, talk about tipping your hand! </i>Of the three people in range she was the only one paying the girl any attention. Still. Play it out.<br/><br/>The deer in headlights look was beguiling, and the soft, innocent greeting made Sharon want to tear the girl's clothes off right then and there. She resisted the temptation, and instead looked down the 3" to the kid's eyes with a puzzled smile on her face. "Uh, Hi to you too. Are you okay?"<br/><br/>Her right hand - the one closest to her target - was obviously not the culprit as it held a beer bottle. Her other hand was well out of sight by this time, so it couldn't<i>possibly </i>have been her, could it. She shrugged and took another pull from her bottle, then set it on the bar. "Sharon," She yelled above the music, offering her now empty hand to shake. "Nice to meet ya!"<br/><br/>Another pull at her beer. "You wanna dance?"