Maybe a little. ( Conspiratorial, exhaling a breath of laughter despite herself. )

Who am I to preach about impulse control?

( She'd heard whispers about a place called the Arena, and she was going to find out more. For now, though, she hoists herself up onto a stool and leans forward to rest her arms on the bar, checking out the options. )

Double bourbon with a shot of cinnamon liqueur, if you got it. ( And she grins a little, tilting her head to the garnishes. ) Can I have a cherry?