He had brought her back to reality with the snapping of his tongue, head jerking up to look at him as the gang leader sauntered over with a bottle and two glasses. The red head wagered a guess that he had already been drinking, but from this distance couldn't tell. It wasn't until he was on the other side of the table, waving her up for a hug that it was confirmed.<br/><br/><i>Play nice</i>. Lyra reminded herself, smiling weakly and standing. This was a game of social interaction and she would<i>have</i>to play along. "Criminal.... Oh, sorry I thought we were doing pet names." Her attempt at a joke as Cole pulled her in close. Again, she was surprised by his strength, barely managing to silence a gasp as her heart raced. Politely, the detective hugged him back, his intake of her rose scented shampoo audible as he made no attempt to mask it. He had definitely been drinking, the telltale odor of alcohol mixing with his natural smell. She liked it better when it was just him.<br/><br/>Lyra blushed at that realization, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. His hands had wandered then, lowering to her rear to cop a feel. Her first instinct was to push him away and hit him. There was too much at stake, however, and compared to his earlier exploration of her, this was fairly tame. Still, the red head found herself biting her lower lip as her cheeks grew hotter.<br/><br/>"So... Why did you ask me here this evening?" She eyed the glasses and the bottle, trying to distract herself. Lyra recognized the alcohol, knowing damn good and well it was an expense her paycheck couldn't take. Maybe<i>a</i>drink would be ok. Afterall it might steady her nerves just a little bit and help her relax. While she was playing the part of being friendly, she was still stiff in his embrace. Judging by Cole's inebriation level, he might notice. Her voice was barely above a whisper in his ear. "How about that drink?"