Dee had taken a sip before Ave offered a toast... thankfully, her mistress didn't mind so much, and the girl drank the whole glass in imitation of her friend. It was hard to tell from the first sip, but the syrupy drink burned going down her throat, and she was proud of the composure she kept to not spit it back up. Dee even managed a smile as she clinked the glass onto the bar and smiled to Ave. "That was good," she lied to please her mistress. Dee shifted in her stool anxiously, wondering if Ave would make her drink another one. She would do it of course, but Dee was not sure how her mistress might act around her when she was drunk.<br/><br/>"Do you want to dance?" She asked. In the hummer, Ave reminded her to act normal, and for fucks sake, don't call me Ma'am or mistress. Those exact words, Dee remembered. She looked around, and saw a lot of other people dancing... It was only normal to ask, although she was sure Ave would say know. She didn't mind; Dee didn't really know how to dance, but it seemed like the right thing to ask. In truth, after sitting there for a moment, the thought of another drink sounded very good. She licked her lips, staring at the empty glass, trying not to be too obvious.