"Naahh...fuck all that. I'll just stick to my Jack and Jameson if that's alright with you." Though she didn't realize just how much she reeked of booze, practically sweating hard whiskey out of every pore on her body, and still...Erza was stammering drunk as ever, her much sober bandmate putting on an anxious smile to Chantelle and trying to ferry Erza away, constantly shaking her head and nervously uttering to the school skank, "Ehehe, sorry bout that. She's just had a bit too much to drink is all." But again Erza, a bit more strength than the poor short string bean Candy was, broke away from the young girl's grasp, scurrying back over to Chantelle, a rather smarmy grin grossing her lips amidst the smell of Jameson whiskey. "Alright, I got two things to say, love. First off, you're hot. Second....eh...would you like to come to the show tonight, yeah?" Behind her, the young Candace was face-palming quite alot now, possibly in effort to hide her blushing cheeks from not just these two girls, but everyone else witnessing.