[ It is weird. And she settles him with a look of 'you're cute, bb, but no', or at least 'you're cute but you have to try a fuck ton harder than that.'

Either way, she chuckles while a hand brushes away the broken pieces of glass littering that tavern table they're sat at. ]

You're already halfway to pissed, so no point in helpin' yourself there anymore. [ pissed being 'drunk af' in this context.

there's still a snickering smile on her lips, too, as she's not exactly the picture of soberity, and a boot comes up to shove at the probably dead stalker, getting his offensive deadness up off their drinkin' table. ]

Nassau's got plenty in the way of women to satisfy moods. I'm sure you'll have no trouble.