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"Healer," Genevieve replied, reaching across the table to shake Heartless' hand with a firm grip, her eyes locked on him as she leaned against the backrest a second later. "I would absolutely love a drink," she went on, flashing him a convincing smile despite being rather wary of the guy. Her glasses did the job of hiding her vigilant eyes, but Heartless had double the advantage, having donned a motorcycle helmet. The eye display was unsettling, but even worse, the undecipherable face behind it. 

"Let's see here..." she grabbed one of the drink menus on the table, mindlessly flipping the few pages it had before a colorful cocktail caught her eyes. [I]The Dozier[/I], as it read, looked good...and hopefully it tasted even better given the brief description provided next to the image. The play on words wasn't lost on her either, although within the confines of her mind, she gave it more of a French accent. "I'll have one of these," Genevieve flipped the menu so it could face Heartless before she pointed at the drink, asserting that she wouldn't just have whatever he felt like getting for her. She had to work through a number of god-awful drinks in the past, and she'd be damned if she ever accepted another ounce of alcohol which wasn't to her standard. 

Genevieve then started playing with the black strands of hair which fell past her shoulders, waiting on Heartless to get her her drink hopefully before the main event.