Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to openly flirt with the man with whom she was currently living, or not to mention the man that she knew was wrapped up in some incredibly seedy dealings. However, at that particular moment in time, Lola really couldn't have cared less about any of it. Life was way too short to spend time trying to needlessly analyze situations. 

The journey back to the apartment was spent half heartedly thinking about the situation at hand. There was no real point in trying to be rational when you had copious amounts of vodka surging through your veins, and in a way, she didnt want to be rational. That was never any fun.

Once back in he apartment, Lola was mildly surprised by how forward Caleb was, but it didn't phase her. After he'd kissed her, the blonde perked a perfectly manicured eyebrow as she looked at him. When he apologised, she merely rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"No, you really aren't."

With a momentary tilt of her head, the young woman contemplated all of the options available to her. Hell, maybe it would even help the whole situation, alleviate some of the tension, so to speak. Standing a little on tip toe, Lola smirked right back at Caleb, before leaning forward and returning the kiss, albeit in a far more playful fashion, that gave just a tiny glimpse into the other side of Lola. Just because she wasn't in your face, didn't mean that she couldn't be a minx when she wanted to.