Rebecca's attempts to move the discussion to business was met with a lukewarm reception by Varinka. No matter, as Rebecca's attention was easily diverted after her third martini. The strong Russian alcohol gave her a nice buzz, and while she was still in complete control of her faculties, she made a mental note to cut herself off soon. Therein lie Rebecca's dilemma, when enough was enough.<br/><br/>She and Varinka spoke of lighter things. She expressed her desire to return to Russia and Moscow, and her dismay at not having enough time on this trip to have a closer look around. She very much wanted to take in a Russian ballet performance but there just wasn't enough time.<br/><br/>Their entrees came, and the timing couldn't have been better. Rebecca had been drinking on mostly an empty stomach, and the dinner would help. This really only gave her license to drink more however and so another martini followed after the third.<br/><br/>Another side effect of the alcohol, one that often got Rebecca in trouble, was how it charged her sexual appetite. More than she'd care to admit, after a night out on the town, after that one last drink, she had end up in bed with some man or woman she could hardly recall much less put a name to. It didn't happen with alarming frequency, but it happened nevertheless.<br/><br/>So it was as the two women finished their entrees, Rebecca's mood swung to one of a more flirtatious nature. Harmless flirtations, but ones unlikely not lost on Varinka. She would lean forward in conversation, affording a fine view of her breasts, braless under her dress. She'd lay a hand on Varinka's thigh with shared confidence or agreement to a point made. They spoke of trivial matters, and matters more immediate, Rebecca asking about Varinka's family and life in Russia.<br/><br/>The martinis kept coming, she couldn't even recall ordering them, the drinks just kept flowing. Rebecca was indeed drunk, but she was never a falling down, sloppy drunk. Just an overly flirtatious one, who sometimes made bad choices.