And there she is, leaning in again and treating Trish to a delightful little view... and another whiff of that intoxicating scent. The woman is good at disarming people, that's for sure. Trish looks at the woman, then at the as-of-yet untouched jagerbomb at her side.<br/><br/><em>Fuck it...</em><br/><br/>A slow smile spreads across her features, and she slams the drink in one go, relishing the heat of the liquor as it spreads through her core. She's not working, after all. And Dream certainly has been giving her plenty of reason to want to grab the reins... among other things.<br/><br/>"Tell you<em>what</em>..." She says, leaning in and giving the woman her own view for the first time. "Why don't you pour me another, and pour yourself a drink as well, and then come sit with me over in that booth back there."<br/><br/>She motions with a toss of her head behind her, feeling the world roll as the buzz<em>really</em>starts to settle in.<br/><br/>"The way I see it, I came out tonight to network... and there's no reason I can't satisfy this sudden craving for<em>chocolate </em>I have and network at the same time, right?"