Dee silently played the game of 'listen but don't acknowledge' as Ave argued with the bartender. Another Jack and coke was set before her, this cup perhaps three times the size of the former one. The tall, dark drink intimidated her, and when she picked it up to bring it to her lips, it felt so heavy, like she might drop it. Like a good ho, she drank, maybe a bit too much with that first gulp, and she coughed a bit as she lowered the glass and set it back on the bar. When she cleared out her pipes, she took the glass up to try again. It went down much smoother this time, and Dee decided she really, really liked the taste now. She downed the entire glass before Ave could finish half of hers, and she clinked it down on the bar with a smile. "That's really good," she said.<br/><br/>The discussion about dancing over, she smiled like a good girl and said nothing. Her leg became restless, sitting on the stool, and she bobbed it up and down, in mocking imitation of a drummer hitting the bass pedal. Dee was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, although she didn't feel quite drunk, not yet. Her hands absently went to her hips and she smoothed out the dress. It was cut so low, she must have been getting a lot of stares, but her head was growing lighter as the alcohol settled in on her, and she really didn't mind the stares, although there was really only one person she cared about in the room. "Do you like my dress, Ave?"