"Excellent," replied Charles, clicking the soda can open and pouring it into the half-filled glass of Jack Daniels on ice. The barman returned with her dirty martini, taking it and Charles's own drink out of the 20 he had set down earlier. "To... A witty toast," he said, raising his glass filled with dark liquid up to her more dainty but equally potent drink, taking great care to clink lightly against her glass, otherwise he was sure she would spill it... Charles was beginning to notice she was just getting drunk.<br/><br/>"Oh? Sisters?" He looked over to the booths in the back, where a group of people sat together... He shrugged, looking back at Nina, still a bit flattered that such a cute young woman would want anything to do with him. It occurred to him then that though he might not appear terribly older than her, he could have been old enough in reality to be her father. He didn't feel so old though... "Well, what are you all doing tonight? We could take the party over to the campground, perhaps. We don't get a lot of people wanting to stay there, only the occasional tourist. Aberdeen isn't highlighted on many maps. Basically we just party and blast our music, because there's no neighbors to complain." A... half-truth, in earnest. They had no neighbors to pester because they had driven them all off of their property some years ago.