<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Cuckoo.jpg)</div>Cuckoo had one hand on her glass, halfway to her lips, and the other still resting casually on Kurt's knee, when he reccommended not drinking from the hotel's liquor. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at the whiskey in front of her, then slowly placed the glass back on the table. "Well, that's a right shame," she grumbled, drumming her fingers on the tabletop. "It was a good drop, too."<br/><br/>She nodded solemnly as Kamala spoke, and gave her a friendly, if disgusting, grin as she hoisted herself out of the booth. "I think you're right," she said. "I don't think I was quite expecting a band of this size. We should go somewhere secluded to plan, and Jack's hospitality is most welcome, I think."<br/><br/>She withdrew her hand from under the table, twisting her fingers idly together while the others discussed their movements, still lounging comfortably against Kurt's shoulder.