[Selina's eyes narrow when he snaps at the waitress - like she's a fucking dog, seriously? - and gives the woman a quick glance. It's not apologetic - she barely apologizes for herself, she's not about to do it for anyone else - but it is understanding. Rich brats, right? Because Selina can wear the clothes, the make up, but she knows she doesn't belong here.
That doesn't stop her from asking for whatever their most expensive whiskey is, on the rocks. She's got catching up to do, clearly - and she's hoping that he hasn't been partying so much that he can drink her under the table.]
Think you can stay upright enough to dance?
[He wants to act like a normal kid, fine - she can play along until she decides if he's a lost cause or not.
God, she hopes she can knock some sense into him: so far, she's not a fan.]
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That doesn't stop her from asking for whatever their most expensive whiskey is, on the rocks. She's got catching up to do, clearly - and she's hoping that he hasn't been partying so much that he can drink her under the table.]
Think you can stay upright enough to dance?
[He wants to act like a normal kid, fine - she can play along until she decides if he's a lost cause or not.
God, she hopes she can knock some sense into him: so far, she's not a fan.]