Alcohol wouldn't have been good; Derple wasn't very good with alcohol, 'cause it made her feel weird and itchy. Cards might have been nice... simple games though, or ones that required her to lie a lot; she tended to do pretty good with those ones oddly enough. At the question of what she was doing... well, it wasn't a very embarrassing one now so...<br/><br/>"...probably?" she sounded unsure, a tad nervous. "I know my trids and sims sell well... but it's kind of embarrassing..."<br/><br/>She shifted back and forth, then seated herself once more, before pulling the second datacord from her choker-comm and offering it over.<br/><br/>"Just don't, um, get any ideas... okay?" she mumbled, offering to let her see what she was working on editing. Luckily it seemed the part of her getting plowed and groped by a bunch of Aztlaners seemed to have passed...<br/><br/>...of course, then there was all the groping  during the rules-meeting she might have forgotten about, and that certainly was going to be a top seller (for reasons she might not be aware of even)...