Though she know she shouldn't - that they were being obvious - she couldn't stop herself from staring at Professor Bartlett from across the bar. Seeing him here seemed so distinctly at odds with his strictly-professional classroom persona. And<em>especially </em>with those harsh grades he seemed to enjoy handing out.<br/><br/>"Definitely off duty," she agreed, finally looking away from him to re-focus on Paige. "I wonder what he's even drinking," she mused, waving over the bartender.<br/><br/>"We'll have a round of waters and - hey, can you tell me what that guy over there in the grey jacket is drinking?" she asked the man on a whim. He turned and looked over his shoulder with a vaguely amused expression; like he knew something they didn't.<br/><br/>"That guy? Tequila and tonic, I believe."<br/><br/>Lena grabbed Paige's arm, a delighted look in her eyes. "Tequila, same as us! Do you think we should send him a drink?" It was mostly rhetorical, because she'd decided even before her friend had a chance to answer.<br/><br/>"We'll buy him another," she nodded at the bartender. "and, on second thought... maybe another round for us, too," she added, with a wink back at Paige. "Jusssstt in case this backfires."<br/><br/>The thing was, whenever Lena had a crazy idea like this one, she always had a knack for seeing it through. So she watched with equal parts thrill and trepidation as the bartender prepared a fresh drink, slid it across the bar to an unsuspecting Professor Bartlett... and nodded back in their direction.