"That's a little crazy? I'd say she's the whole damn circus." Tilting her head to the side, Lola watched the brunette walk away, noticing the deliberately hippy strut that the woman adopted, no doubt for Caleb's benefit. "Nice ass though." Fluttering her eyelashes, Lola nailed a flawless impression of Lain, "You better call me soon." Pouting out her lips, and narrowing her eyes seductively, she held it only for a second before snorting, an embarrassing addition to her hyena like laugh. "Jesus, pass me the bucket."

It was quite apparent that Lola had been brought up in a predominantly male household. She felt incredibly comfortable around men, and in fact, sometimes she preferred their straightforward way of dealing with things. Bitchiness just wasn't on her radar. To some extent, you could call her a tom boy. Flicking her eyes to the menu, a cute waiter caught her attention at the bar momentarily. Perking an eyebrow in appreciation for just a second, she turned back to Caleb. Making a mental note to ask him about Jimmy at a later point. It seemed logical to think that this was all somehow linked. 

"So, what's good?"

As her green eyes scanned the menu, she twirled her hair around with her index figure, a habit she'd adopted as a child, and never been able to break.