"Uh huh! Just since, um..." She squints and looks upwards, sticking her tongue out in concentration as she counts backwards. "Eliaderen, I think it's called? November. Whatever, I'm like, total shit at dates anyway and like, it was May where I was from before here, so... that's not a mindfuck or anything, thanks, Baedal." She smiles one of her vague, toothy grins.

Once she's got her cigarette lit she doesn't actually smoke much of it so much as use it as a prop, like it's more something to occupy her hands and mouth when she's not drinking. "Well, but that's the point of it, really! Everyone who's shit at singing gets to get up there and make themselves look stupid, and it's funny because everyone else looks stupid, too." She glances stagewards, where her abandoned date is trying to impress some other girl, and huffs. "Well, that's how it's supposed to go, like. Some people think the drunker they are, the cooler they get."