The short walk has done wonders for stirring the alcohol up in Trish's system, and she's definitely buzzing like an old, gas-powered chainsaw when she takes a seat at the booth... but perhaps more importantly, when Dream takes a seat on her.<br/><br/>"Hmmm..." She says, enjoying the elven woman's weight in her lap. Sure, she's basically on cabaret rules right now... but obviously the woman can't have patrons feeling her up on-duty. "You know, I can't tell what's more intoxicating... the schnapps, or that scent..."<br/><br/>She smiles and leans back, moving her hands behind her head to show that she's willing to follow the elf's instructions, and then speaks up again.<br/><br/>"As to... hmm... networking." Trish's voice is every bit as much of a purr as the elf's, but saying the word does help bring her mind back to the reason she's here. "I... ehmm... I've been trying to find some new routes to run lately..."