Joli postures a moment, making a face as though she's seriously uncertain.  "Well, now, I suppose..."  she nods emphatically.  "One more round, absolutely.  Thanks."  She grins, trying to hide that she's completely terrified of how the sleeping arrangements will go.  The smart thing to do would be to try to play it cool and suggest sharing a room with Laurin.  She could always use the excuse that it'd be cheaper, or safer, but she has little faith that she can be so calm when delivering that explanation.<br/><br/>But then, there's the men-- what if Laurin was to take a fancy to one of the men?  Would she have to sleep here in the common room?  She could still remember those awkward nights in her youth, when her uncle and his ladyfriend would shake the frame of the small house they occupied, their drunken voices muted by the walls... of course, she could also remember the<em>effect </em>that had on her as a young woman...<br/><br/>When the barmaid brings the next round, Joli practically snatches it from her hand-- though she's careful to flash a polite smile.  "Thank you," she says and starts to drink from the foamy top right away.<i>My god, this is terrifying and exciting and... they way they keep looking at me, what if I do like one?  What then?  Would the other be upset?  Or what if something DID happen, would she even know properly what to do?!  It's one thing to fool around with a few friends, when you're teenagers and you experiment, but... and I'm not like that, and what if... iff....</i>the frantic doubt goes silent as Joli finishes her ale.<br/><br/>The serving-woman stares at the tiny blonde with the now-empty tankard, utterly flabbergasted when she reaches the empty mug back.  Her hand and gaze are perfectly steady, not showing the slightest sign of intoxication.  "I'll take one more, but that's it."  She pulls a few coppers.  "Or beer, if it's cheaper?"  She tucks the coppers into the serving lady's apron.  "There's a good lass."<br/><br/>She turns her gaze back to the table and slings one arm over each of the men beside her.  "Well, shared is safer.  Cheaper too.  But most importantly, it's fun."  She grins broadly and gives a subtle wink.  "It can be like a sleepover the night before mass.  We can braid each other's hair and talk about boys."