Marguerite walked around, waving and smiling at the guests and friends. Smiling, she eyed Josi at the bar, settling on the bar stool next to her. "How are you my darling, kissling? I saw you were enjoying yourself with Dawg, very good," she whispered into her ear as she reached over to hold her hand. She looked over to the bartender and asked for a patron to start her off with. Again as a Mexican she loved Tequila but she knew how to handle herself when she consumed a few drinks.