She ignores -- she isn't drunk enough to look at it too closely -- how good that completely casual, platonic touch of his hand against her bare skin feels. It's only been a week; she can't be touch starved already. With her hair securely tied up, she gently extricates her glass from his grip, though she doesn't do anything to shake off his whole hand; he can leave it there if he wants.

"Work was pretty standard," she says "I get good tips when I wear that set because my tits look awesome and it works miracles for my ass, too." She grins. "Only one guy got handsy so, yeah. Pretty good night."