"What does that make me?" 

The young woman chuckled in amusement at Caleb's rebuttal, and perked an inquisitive eyebrow as she mulled over the possibilities. "That makes me the turning point." Lola was so pleased with her comeback, that she didn't even realise she was subconsciously leaning in towards Blue.

Was it really the vodka playing with her mind? Doubtful. She'd had most of the same thoughts sober, and it was driving her ever so slightly crazy. The tension, the frustration. It was like some bubbling volcano. Surely something had to give eventually? Would it really be such a bad thing? Playing with her hair, the blonde tilted her head to the side, and she too turned to face Caleb on her stool.

"I can't really comment on people's taste. I dated Jack." Narrowing her eyes in amusement, she settled her cheek against the palm of her hand, almost mimicking Blue with her own body language. It was a strange scenario. She was rarely this interested in guys, and she certainly didn't get flustered over them. What was so different about him? Well, everything really. As the talking subsided, Lola just looked at him. His eyes, his lips. Everything. 

"I'm not out of [i]your[/i] league, and you said it yourself, I'm low maintenance." With a delightfully mischievous smirk, the woman shrugged as she continued, "Whereas [b]bad,[/b] now that's down to interpretation and context. I couldn't possibly answer that for you."