Sonja rested her chin on her hand, watching Eric with a bemused smile. She'd seen the trick, hell she'd done the trcik herself. But as a woman she was able to play the role of 'one drink wonder' if she so chose. Truth was, she could drown a bottle of whiskey and still walk a straight line. But her demure frame and natural gift for acting allowed her a lot more freedom to pretend she couldn't hold her drink.<br/><br/>Playing along, Sonja giggled in a slight tipsy fashion ans she leaned against Eric and rested her hand on his thigh as she watched the bouncer disappear into a back room through the corner of her eye. She nipped at the side of her partner's neck with a sly grin and whispered back, "I get the feeling we may find something intriguing, in that area where the muscle disappeared." She studied the barman from the corner of her eye, he was still watching them both like a hawk. She continued to whisper to Eric, while making it look as though she were playfully kissing his neck and jawline, "So which strategy do you suggest?" They'd come up with so many different plans in the past, they'd begun to use codenames for them. She waited for the word which would tell her what one they'd use this time.