"Lounge," she murmurs (into his ear, presumably to be heard above the music but also because this is just her way, sorry Mitchell), "definitely."
The bar looks packed. She makes her way toward said lounge, considering that she may want to let Mitchell take the lead in these things a bit more, for appearances' sake, but she thinks he's still getting acclimated, and it might take a little time before he's willing to push his way around. She does, however, appreciate how cognizant he is of the need for display, even if they go about it differently and have different motivations. (She's learning new things all the time.)
When she sits, she crosses her legs at the knee, absurd six-inch-heels balanced on the floor.
"Do they have places like this where you're from?"
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The bar looks packed. She makes her way toward said lounge, considering that she may want to let Mitchell take the lead in these things a bit more, for appearances' sake, but she thinks he's still getting acclimated, and it might take a little time before he's willing to push his way around. She does, however, appreciate how cognizant he is of the need for display, even if they go about it differently and have different motivations. (She's learning new things all the time.)
When she sits, she crosses her legs at the knee, absurd six-inch-heels balanced on the floor.
"Do they have places like this where you're from?"