Once they arrived, Cyrine took a moment to look around.She had remained mostly quiet during the short  walk. "C'mon...start drinking.." she insists, "I need something to entertain me tonight, and i've dubbed you it. You lucky bastard."<br/><br/>Cyrine blows a sharp jut of air upwards,adjusting a lock of hair, as it would be far to bothersome to use her hands and do it. She looks around the room, "There was talk of paint-thinner liquor..." She waggels her brows, already rather intoxicated. "I'd like..a lot." she never forgot her manners, "Please."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>