Mike struck a nerve momentarily as he made the comment about two paramedics.  It was a hangup of hers that people didn't listen when she talked.  She had just explained it to Derrik, though perhaps Mike hadn't heard that.  She hadn't spoken as clearly as she should've to begin with and there was a lot going on.  A drink of her tequila and OJ and a deep breath and she let it go.  Her smile returned to her face.<br/><br/>"Well I'm not a model and they let me work there.  They do tell me to go hide in the back every now and then, I always wondered about that," she said jokingly.  "Yeah, I actually had a friend in high school who attended a job fair, went to the Abercrombie booth and was told he was too fat to work for them.  I would've taken anything else I could find, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.  You can check my wardrobe, I don't own any of their clothes."<br/><br/>She took a middle seat on the couch next to Marc and patted the cushion beside her for either Mike or Derrik.  She wouldn't mind getting comfy with one of the guys if they all wanted to sit there, but considering the game, and that they were male, she doubted more than one of them would take her up on her offer.<br/><br/>Marc made the comment about her legs; a fitting corny comment to her mermaid joke, in her opinion.   She extended one pant covered leg as if showing it off, "well thank you.  I guess that does most definitely make me a mammal.  I guess all those kids in middle school had never seen a fish before," she winked at Marc and felt her face warm.<br/><br/>She never did have a good poker face.<br/><br/>Mike poured the champagne and gave his toast and Ariel clinked glasses with everyone and took a sip.  It was quite good actually, the guy had taste, fashion and a personality.  Ariel bit her lip as she came to a stereotypical conclusion, but didn't want to say anything out loud.  Well that made one guy unavailable.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to the group in general, "So Derrik is a paramedic, Mike is a Psych grad student, I'm an undergrad, Marc must be a struggling standup comic.  Meagan, what do you do?"<br/><br/>A sly smile had been directed at Marc as she skipped over him.  He had the personality to ingratiate himself to the group, Meagan seemed a bit more reserved and it was Ariel's hope to draw her out of her shell a little.