[b]The Spit 6:17[/b]

"Depends how well she can hold her drink, doesn't it?"

Evelyn smirked and gulped down one shot, and another before gulping most of her drink. She held a smug smile while narrowing her eyes at the man to her left. 

"Is that a challenge I hear?" She chuckled before she called the bartender again. "Gonna need a line of shots here! This douchebag thinks I'm a lightweight!!" She then leaned against the backrest of her seat with an arm slung over the side as she positioned one leg loosely pointing out with her other leg being tucked and resting on the stool's bar keeping her leg raised. She kept the smug look on as she stared down the man before chuckling to herself. "So you got a name, [i]papi[/i]?" she sipped her drink again while looking over to the man on her right. "You too hun, got a name or shall I call you cupcake?" She giggled when he shook his head and dismissed her for a crazy fool. She set her finished drink down on the bar again for the bartender to take. Her line of shots were ready and she more than happily took one in each hand and set one down next to the man's whiskey on her left side.

"Come on, share a drink with a pretty lady?"

Without waiting for a response, she downed her shot and looked over to the cage fight to see Darth and his new opponent, a woman with teal hair who appeared to be drunk trying to remove her jacket while those around laughed. Some flirtations were exchanged but what caught her eye was the simple movement of the woman leaning her head into Darth's hand only to stare directly at the incoming right hook. She gave props to the woman who fooled her into thinking she was actually drunk, albeit crazy all the same. A grin had grown when she looked back over to the man on her left again.

"She's one hellova tough cookie that girl. Perhaps a small wager? And don't worry, you won't lose much, just pay my tab yea?"