It felt so formal, like they were at some kind of business meeting, but in reality, they were all going to be fucking like bunnies within the next hour. She smiled, blushing a bit as she held out her hand to shake, her grip fairly insignificant compared to his own. "Oh, strong," she cooed, stepping closer to him, grabbing his muscled tricep with her opposite hand, squeezing him. "This must be your whackin' off arm," she commented, jesting with the man who stood more than a head taller than her.<br/><br/>She was pretty close to him now, looking up at him as if she expected a kiss, but instead, she said, "So what do you have to drink?" She asked, her gaze shifting to the refridgerator behind him.