Swinging back and balancing on her chair, Charitas lifted her beer at the young man, grinning, inclining it as a cheer back in welcome. The truth was she had not really cared for the evening, that is why she bought the beer, to drink it and buzz through the game. But now she realized that if the others was like him, - and just a little bit hotter than their host if female -, she could look at it as a fun, if lazy evening.<br/><br/><b>"Don't have a clue, Richie."</b>she kept grinning, imagining Mr Wilson without his shirt on, as she had seen glimpses only once or twice while he played sports or helped with his car.<b>"Grab a beer, or better, leave it in the freezer a little longer, as it is still warm enough for the English..."</b>Charitas nodded towards a chair across her then sat up - or more like down - right with her chair, pushing out the indicated one with her leg<b>"Plop down, Mr Fisk! How is Dennis?"</b>as she had christened his car for it's troubles.<b>"I hope Miss Holmes detected a great game, whatever it is."</b>