Charlotte R. Gaite
She growled a little as he ruffled her hair a little and she swatted his hand away.
"Leave off, or my hair will become one big mass of knots." She said before laughing a little as he spoke casually.
"Yea, drunk, exactly. But then again a party is a party. But since the party master is back, the party shall now be one thousand percent better." Charlotte rolled her eyes before picking her retort very carefully.
"One thousand percent better...that's a whole lot of confidence Andy-Baby." She said before poking her tongue out at him and nudging him in the side as he smirked and teased her.
"Huh, you really think you're ready for the hard stuff? To think the Princess has gone rouge." She smiled slightly and leaned against the wall, the flashing lights and fake smoke making her remember other parties...other people. Her mid-blue eyes surveyed the dancers and she studied them intently. Was that really how they danced now? She'd only been out of the party circuit for...just over three years, but it had changed so much.
Char had noticed Andy's momentary confusion with her words to the drunk woman, but after said inebriated female left he smiled and laughed.
"Haha, i'll need to remember that bid the next time I come to one of these parties alone." She noted how he was watching her drink, she knew the reason why once he plucked the beer bottle from her hand and she wrinkled her nose in slight irritation.
"I'll have you know, I was very good at holding my drink...though...food does help." She said, poking him in the chest, her mannerisms already changing to slightly more mellower ones.
"Aw, thank you. How kind of you to help me drink." He said smirking down at her and she pouted before reaching around him and grabbing another beer.
"Since I'm to assume all food here is spiked somehow with weed or the like...what is there to eat?" She asked with a giggle, just holding the beer in her hands for now as she looked up at him. She knew it was better to eat and then drink, but they'd gone straight to the party...so...where in this house of revelers could they find food that wasn't tampered with? But before she was to ask something else, she came out with the following words instead: "Andy...the piercings...I love 'em! They suit you, and normally I dislike smokers. But you make it seem like fun." Yes, she was a talkative drunk, beer was like truth serum to her at this point in time.