"Shots? I guess I could let the no shots rule slide just once.."

The no shots rule existed to prevent anything disastrous from happening. But hell, Chloe wasn't even that drunk, and she was still perfectly in control of all of her faculties. It was rare for her to let herself go completely. There was just no need for it. Alcohol wasn't some secret gateway to having fun.

En-route to the bar with Hadley, who should pop up? Aussie bar-dude. She should probably find out what his name was really. Bar dude ft a little impersonal. 

"Hey!" He was off duty, cutting a casual style in a blue polo and some khaki shorts. "Having fun?" He clearly enjoyed his own appearance a great deal. 

Chloe waved, "Yes, but you're the wrong side of the bar.." She joked, to which he chuckled and nodded, "I know right. Want to dance?" 

"Nah, I don't really do dance.." 

"Ahh, come on. I bet you can cut some shapes..." He wasn't really familiar with the word, no. 

"I can, but I'm not going to." Besides, the guy really creeped her out. The way he looked at her, it was just uncomfortable. And well, sleazy. 

He reached out and gave her hand a tug, "You'll enjoy it. Stop playing hard to get."

Chloe frowned at that point, and removed her hand from his, "I said no... I don't want to dance with you."

"But why not?" 

Why did she even need to explain herself? 

"You're kinda' a spoilt brat.." The Aussie drawled.. 

The blonde opened her eyes wide, a little shocked by the personal attack. A brat? That's the last thing she was. 

"A brat because I won't dance? You have issues.." 

"It's just one dance!"