"Oh," she faux-mused, "I usually save that for the second date. I'm old-fashioned that way."

Natalie toyed with the edges of her cocktail napkin. She was exhausted to the point where almost nothing coming out of her mouth could be taken seriously.

"Tiki. As in, bar? I guess that's better than puking Cedric. Please tell me you were referring to a cat, or something." The brunette slyly -- or maybe not so slyly, she was already tilting toward tipsy -- checked him out while waiting for an answer.