Rachel hesitated at Karl's question, not sure whether she should answer for the both of them, and not knowing how Bridget was feeling.  Rachel wasn't tired yet herself, but she wasn't sure if Bridget was in the mood for prolonging the night, after how things had ended at the club.  Rachel was about to go for caution and tell Karl it might be better if they called it a night, when Bridget spoke first and agreed to let him in.  Rachel was slightly surprised, but she thought better of questioning it, and making Bridget feel awkward in front of Karl.  So instead she only smiled her thanks, and hoped that Bridget wasn't merely being nice for her.  Sure, Rachel was interested in getting to know Karl better, but she didn't have to do it tonight.<br/><br/>"Sure, though it's not all that fancy," she agreed to Bridget's suggestion, showing Karl around the living room and kitchen while Bridget went to change.  "I never understood how anyone could drink beer," she said, handing Karl the bottle Bridget had found.  "I like sweeter stuff, myself."  Though the vodka was harder than what she was used to, she thought she'd be all right if she mixed it with plenty of juice, which was her usual habit, the rare ties she indulged.<br/><br/>She was pleased to see an improvement in Bridget's mood as the three of them talked, and felt better that Bridget truly hadn't minded letting Karl join them after all.  She herself didn't bother to go and change, though she did remove her heels to be more comfortable, taking her usual seat on the opposite end of the couch from Bridget, letting Karl choose his own place.