<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg533541#msg533541">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 24-02-2008, 10:26:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The beers kept on coming, and before long Lisa felt more than a little drunk, and also quite flushed from the attention she was getting from Billy. Sure, he was a bit shy, she could tell, but he handled their conversation well. To her suprise she found that he could be both witty and funny when he wanted to. There were deffinetly more to him than met the eye.<br/>Where the rest of the team had gone to she didn't know, and didn't really care. She was having a good time and hoped the night wouldn't end.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The fact was, though, that as the night wore on, a good chunk of the bar emptied out as people made their way home in the cold to sleep it off, and Lisa realized through the haze of fun and alcohol that if she didn't do the same soon, she wasn't going to be much good for anything at work the next day - exactly not the way she wanted it. "Man, I'm... one more and then I think 'home' is the word, eh, Billy?" It wasn't really a joke, but she was grinning at him anyway, relaxed by his easy attention and the... well, several beers in her system, because they'd bought her enough rounds that she'd lost track.