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The lineup of glasses were placed in front of her and she wasted no time in downing the first two shots. At the sound of her name, she turned to her head to see which of the familiar Pit patrons was talking to her. She had a bad habit of getting tunnel vision whenever she walked into a room. Bea did whatever it was she was going to do, and then she would talk to her friends. She had interrupted many private conversations that way, but it didn't stop her from doing the same thing over and over again.

She grinned at Kip. She was surprised to him. She thought he was still in Japan. Either way, he was a welcome sight. She wrapped an arm around his waist in a side hug before pulling away. [color=ff7f50]"Kip! You know all I need is a cigarette, but it's nice to know that your manners are still intact. Wasn't sure that they would survive the trip. And I'd take you up on your offer, but you look like you'd pass out on me. When did you get back?"[/color] She asked. They should have a welcome back party for him. Although it could be a Tuesday and her friends would be willing to party, with or without a reason. 

When Darcy popped in, Bea returned her grin with one of her own, and a small wave. They weren't super close, but they ran in the same circles and she was nice enough. She wondered why they weren't closer, when Darcy vanished just as quickly as she appeared. That was why. Bea was never fast enough to get a word in before she bounced off to the next person.

Grabbing her drink, Bea took a moment to truly look around the bar. Seeing two friends in a few seconds made her wonder who else was here tonight. Her dark eyes scanned the room, but one face made her do a double take. The bar was dark, and she couldn't quite see her entire face. Was that Brandy Valentine? You know, the girl from the...supermarket. She buys a lot of [I]cucumbers.[/I] Bea slammed her shot back at the same time that she saw the entirety of Brandy's face and got her proof. Spitting out her drink, she started coughing as some of the liquor went down the wrong pipe. [color=ff7f50]"Holy shit!"[/color] She exclaimed in her raspy voice. She went to point out the celebrity to Kip when she realized that her drink wasn't on the floor. It was on a person.

A guy with greasy looking black hair was taking off his glasses to wipe off his face. All the cream in the drink was starting to curdle in his hair, dripping onto his shirt in clumps. Bea was frozen in horror, unsure if she should run to get napkins, or just reach in with her hand to help clean the poor guy off. [color=ff7f50]"I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry. Oh my god, I had no idea you were right there and, shit, you need napkins."[/color] She scanned the bar top to see if there were a few laying around within reach.

"You're one of Darcy's friends, aren't you?" He asked, coldly.

[color=ff7f50]"What? Uh, yeah I guess."[/color] She leaned over the bar and snagged some tiny cocktail napkins, handing them over. The stranger slapped them out of her hand a second later. [color=ff7f50]"What's your deal? I'm trying to help you!"[/color]

"Darcy told you to do that, right? Spit on me like I'm trash? Then pretend it was an accident!"

Bea blinked once. Confusion. Twice. Pissed. [color=ff7f50]"Doesn't the Pit have a no jackass policy? So how'd you manage to slither your way in here? I fucking apologized! It was an accident, but now I'm wishing I had done it on purpose."[/color] She grabbed her last remaining shot off the bar and pushed her way through the crowd. She didn't want to spend another second by that jerk. He was effectively ruining her night. She could always find Kip later and finish the conversation. Besides, she wanted to see if she could get a better look at Brandy. Hell, she might even talk to her...as soon as she thought of something to say.