It was nice to know that Jared was paying. He was a charming gentleman through and through, Bridget thought to herself. Of course she had also failed to mention that she really didn’t have a lot of money on her at the moment. She had spent most of it on a new gun she had ordered online, and has yet to find anything she could do to earn a little extra spending money while she was here. If she had to pay she really wouldn’t have minded, but it was nice that someone else had offered. The man was always supposed to pay for the woman after all. At least, that was how it was supposed to be in an ideal world where everything was perfect. She considered herself lucky to find someone who offered to pay.<br/><br/>After a moment of thought as to what she wanted to drink, she said, “I think I’ll just have whatever wine you’d recommend to someone who doesn’t drink much. White wine, preferably, maybe something that’s a little on the sweet side depending on what you have.” She was always so indecisive whenever she ordered a drink. Since she wasn’t someone who was a heavy drinker, she only knew of a few brands, most of them from France, and since she doubted they had anything familiar to her, she just went with that. It was a lot easier than taking a few minutes to decide on something. That had to be one of the most irritating things in the world, and she did her best not to subject anyone to that kind of torment.<br/><br/>When the bartender went off to go get their drinks, Bridget pulled an ashtray close to her and reached for her pack of cigarettes again. She pulled out one of the cancer sticks and held it loosely between her lips. She wasn’t really in the mood for another smoke so soon but figured she might as well have one since they were here. Then, when she went to light it, she realized that her lighter was empty. A small frown touched her lips.<br/><br/>“Say, Jared, would you mind if I borrowed your lighter again?” She asked, meeting Jared’s eye again. There was almost something apologetic in the way that she looked at him. “I really should make a note to buy a new one after we’re finished here.” It was meant to be a joke, but there was some seriousness there. She didn’t think she would be relying on someone for something twice, even if it was just a lighter. He had not minded the first time so maybe he wouldn’t mind the second time. She wanted to think positive, but he did have a right to deny her. That was the thing she was not fond of, whereas if she had her own then she wouldn’t have to deal with that.