"Well now I see where Elise gets her bossiness from," Joann quipped, but finished the remainder of her drink nevertheless, and slid the empty glass towards Connor to refill. "Another please, mister bartender," she smirked at him, leaning in attentively to watch him pour. Thanks to experience, she expected the rum to have a certain effect, and she could already feel the insidious heat of her drink flushing her chest, but Jo could handle her liquor. She knew her limits, and didn't often indulge them, however, the blonde was vetted enough to know herself, and the darker the spirit, the more her composure tended to dwindle. She would have to be careful. Taking back her glass, the delicate fingers of one hand spun it while she adjusted to cradle her head with the other, and positioned herself so that body language gave Connor her full attention.<br/><br/>"I suppose I could agree to that," she grinned, mirroring him to sip gingerly at her own drink, his following suggestion coaxing a cheeky smirk to her features behind the glass rim of her glass. She knew very well what the game was, but Jo pretended that she didn't, or at least didn't admit to it outwardly as she let him explain. "Mmm, sounds fun," she hummed, "I'm game." Gracefully straightening her posture for a slight but rather childishly readying wiggle, she combed her fingers through her long blonde hair, and her eyes came to focus on Connor's wagging finger as he added, "But..."<br/><br/>In his conclusion, Connor's tone shifted ever so slightly, causing Jo's pretty pout to part, if for only a moment, as her blue stare blinked up at him. Though lighthearted and playful, queues of subtle demand were heard in his friendly request and Jo was unsure if it intrigued or intimated her, but the combination was found rather titillating despite her indecision on the matter. Quickly gathering herself, she took a drink and lifted two symbolic fingers to try and cover her momentary pause. "Scouts honor," she said, managing a coy smile that was perhaps a bit more mischievous than she had intended; innocently fiendish, and a touch daring, in the most endearing of ways. Relinquishing her rum to the counter, Jo tilted her head, and let her smile turn sweet and prompted, "Since it's your game, how about you start us off then, stud."