"Mmm... mind you, my own drink will be a bit more... expensive." she said, her lips all but brushing Trish's "And mind your hands, and the rest of you, if you want to enjoy your<em>chocolate</em>..."<br/><br/>Trish would move the the booth, the comfy, plush seating, and would find it delightfully comfortable, and all but private to the rest of the room.  The elven woman is nothing if not diligent in her drink-mixing, though as you see her bring the jagerbomb in one hand, you can also see a dark red wine in the other.  The jagerbomb is set on the table, and the woman takes her seat...<br/><br/>...right on Trish's lap, straddling her with her long dress riding up, sitting back against the table behind her and facing the runner.  A smile on her face and a coy glint in her eye, she sipped at her wine and maintained her seat as if she was sitting across the table.<br/><br/>"So... networking, you say?" she said with a purr from her position "Keep your hands off of me, and we'll see what I can do to help you with your 'networking'..."