[Chuckling, she gives Felicia one last squeeze before letting go, waving the barkeep over and ordering some of the ubiquitous bar snacks known as pretzels. Nothing special, just the hard, crispy mini-pretzels, but enough to have a good crunch to them. Picking one up, Lara turned it over in her fingers, dithering at it casually as she let the warm feel of alcohol and compliments settle into her stomach. She'd finish the drink soon, but like any good English girl, she knew her limits.]
You're a funny one, aren't you? [She gives the light haired girl a teasing smile.]
What do you do for a living, Felicia? [Or do you even know? She knew the answer was probably not but it seemed worth asking. Just to confirm.]
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You're a funny one, aren't you? [She gives the light haired girl a teasing smile.]
What do you do for a living, Felicia? [Or do you even know? She knew the answer was probably not but it seemed worth asking. Just to confirm.]