Bridget took a seat next to Rachel on the sofa, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. It surprised her that Karl chose to not to sit with them, but instead took the chair across from them. She eyed Baldur warily as he left to get their drinks. She frowned a little, thinking that might not be the best idea. But she let it go, for the moment, so as not to spoil the mood.<br/><br/>"More about us. What would you like to know?" she asked, quirking a curious brow at Karl. "We're both students at U of M. We are best friends, and roommates. We have a place off campus." she said. "We're not hardcore party girls, despite what it might look like." She didn't want him getting the wrong idea, that they were shallow, brainless bimbos who did nothing but troll the clubs looking for a good time. Bridget hated those girls, honestly. She found herself at a bit of a loss, which was a bit unusual for her. She gave Rachel a look, encouraging her to chime in, to fill in the gaps, so to speak.<br/><br/><br/>