<em>Ingrid with Jake, a little away from the others, behind the bar</em><br/><br/>"Sorry, sorry!" she said with a giggle, holding her hands up like a person who had a ton of police guns pointed at her.  "I didn't mean to try to paint some mental pictures, though, you're right, our furniture could use some rearranging." Little did he know that she meant it; she'd been unhappy with the living room set up for a while now.<br/><br/>"Well, yeah, I knew I had to be here for something, I just couldn't remember what. You probably did tell me but you know how I am when I watch Young and the Restless…"  It went in one ear and out the other.<br/><br/>She giggled and pinched him when he grabbed the beer, though groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yes. War. WAR! The fucking little packets!"  She looked over at Riley when Spencer approached, shoving the tray in their direction. "This! Save me! Well, I'm saved by the meeting but shit!"  She'd go around and count and sort and filter later.  She shot a frustrated look out toward the tables. Some people just got stuck with turning a light switch on and off a certain number of times.  Every table had to look the same.<br/><br/>Finally the sound of boots on the stairs caught her attention. "About time," she snickered, looking at Chase with a knowing glance though she said nothing.  Riley descended behind him and Ingrid pulled up her favorite mixed drink - sprite and pink lemonade, before stepping from behind the bar. The meeting would be starting soon and that meant that Leo and Ghost would be unhanding the women. Poor horn dogs. "Yeah, Leo... but you gotta get it yourself." She smirked at him and took a drink of her non-alcoholic special.<br/>