<em>Danica with Leo, right up against him at the bar.</em><br/><br/>There was a lot going on around her and she was kind of having trouble following every conversation. Crash got up and about, getting all the members beers. He didn't get Ingrid one but it was pretty much common knowledge that she didn't drink very often, if at all. Maybe once now and again for celebration. Even Danica knew that and she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, now was she?<br/><br/>Smiling at Dan, she watched him move toward them as looked over who was at the bar.  Leo's return comment caught her off guard and she playfully slapped his shoulder. "I mean other than your hot dog," she quipped. "I mean actual food." And not icky dog food like someone had tried to feed her once, not in their club, thankfully.<br/><br/>"Good. I don't like those threesomes that you get into." And he knew it. It was like he thought he could make her enjoy them or something. She just…didn't really enjoy being with women too much. There were a select few. She didn't like the competition, it wasn't good for business. She turned her nose up at the beer when he handed it to her and instead continued to drink her Coke. She didn't like beer, she preferred mixed drinks, or tequila or whiskey. If she was going to drink she usually needed to get blitzed so she didn't remember much of what she was doing. Unless money was involved then she usually would act drunk and pretend to drink a lot. She wasn't up for getting robbed!<br/>