Trish can't help but to lick her lips as she sits back in her seat. That<em>is</em>a nifty little trick, for sure... but between the chocolate, the silky brush of the woman's skin on her lips, and the<em>heavy</em>doses of pheromones she's getting from the bartender, Trish is starting to get a head-rush of her own hormones.<br/><br/>Which doesn't exactly lend itself to maintaining her pseudo-professional appearance... hell, when the woman asks / teases Trish about the remainder of the hour, the courier starts to blush like a schoolgirl!<br/><br/>"Erm..." She manages to croak out, running her fingers through her short blonde hair. "That's... hm."<br/><br/>She smiles sheepishly at the bartender and, as she would normally to calm herself, takes a deep breath... meaning she gets hit again by those pheromones.<em>That's certainly not helping...</em><br/><br/>"What I'm starting to want is a bit out of sync with what brought me in here," she finally mutters, after downing the remnants of her drink. "W-why don't we start with a second drink, and maybe you could tell me more about this bar as a whole?"