"Oh, so your first thought was that I was asking for myself? Tsk tsk." Shira was smirking. "Hey Ceres, don't expect much of a tip from Kazzy tonight, yeah? He doesn't think you're worth impressing!"<br/><br/>Ceres promptly flipped her off silently, not even glancing their way or breaking expression. Shira laughed and winked at Kaz. "Knowing a lot about what I do won't impress me, fly boy. That just means you've been paying attention, it's my baseline standard." Shira laughed again, downing a good third of her new glass. She wasn't so loud as to disturb other guests, but was certainly more upbeat than the atmosphere of the bar needed.<br/><br/>Her voice was beginning to sound a tad metallic as she drank more. Shira wasn't exactly tipsy yet, but she had found that the stages of drunkenness had taken on new dimensions post-surgery. It was a large part of why she even picked up drinking more, along with other vices. Her body was almost a new toy to figure out, and she was more than willing to indulge to satisfy her intellectual hunger. Another mentality she tried not to think too much about.<br/><br/>"Besides, it'll probably never be a date," her tone blunt but still retaining a playful edge, "since I don't really date co-workers." She sipped her new drink again, looking at Kaz, her eyes glinting. "Not that I'm opposed to us seeing more of each other outside of work, unless you're ethically opposed to that sort of thing."<br/><br/>At the suggestion of shots, Shira seemed to seriously consider it, her lips pursing and eyes narrowing. "An attractive proposition, but I think I'll need to pass. Tomorrow morning's a big day, and that means the less chance of a hangover, the better. Unless your goal was to spend more time with me, in which case I suppose I could just push you into  a bed." Shira's tone was vague enough, hard to tell if she was being serious or joking, her grin rather twisted. She took another big gulp of her drink, trying to judge his reaction.