Head shook at her threat to leave, playing as though he wouldn't let it happen. "You already walked in the door, it's too late to retreat now." At least he figured it was, he'd always thrived too much in social situations to see them as daunting so struggled to image a time he'd be as reluctant as Eve clearly was. But all he ever wanted was for everyone to have a good time and he'd make sure it was the case for her, in his own way. "Most people come willingly, I'm known to have a winning personality." Grin was flashed her way as though that proved his point. Most would see vanity in his words but to him they were hollow, knowing that if others did like him it was simply the happy-go-lucky version of himself he'd created years ago. "Just the first unless it's a special occasion." Slow grin crept over his features as something occurred to him. "But I guess tonight could be, since you've decided to grace us with your presence."
Hands were held up in front of him to plead his innocence as she levelled an accusation of rum hater his way. "Hey now, I never said I had anything against it. It just ain't whisky - I'm allowed a preference ain't I?" But his question was mostly rhetorical, turning away from her briefly so that he could order two beers with an easy smile of thanks thrown the bartender's way. "Beer first, then we can get into the merits of different liquors once we've got you all loosened up." Glance was cast over his shoulder, seeing that the game had moved on without him. "Nah, someone's already jumped into my spot, wonder if he'd jump in my grave as quick, I'll stick around a little longer." As if on cue their drinks arrived just as he was claiming the stool next to hers, passing her the bottle. "Perfect timing." Head tilted towards the table as he took a drink. "Do you play?"
"I beg to differ. It's never too late." She countered, simply being difficult to be difficult. Even after all these years, it was hard for her to reckon with the fact that someone like Sully could really want her around, having such a stark difference in their personalities -- and, not to mention vastly different social standings back in school together. He'd always been nice to her, sure, but it was hard for her not to feel so utterly small in his presence. Though, perhaps that was just the remnants of a longing that she'd let go of long ago, once she had become old enough to know better. "Winning personality or not, you do sign everyone's paychecks. That could have something to do with it." A roll of her eyes followed, and she placed her bag on the bar top. "Huh, a real Santa Claus you are. Fine, I guess if you're buyin'..." Because, really, that was a hard bargain to pass up.
Nose scrunched slightly, she cast him a sidelong glance as the bartender went to fetch their beers. "Deal -- but I think you're underestimating how many drinks it takes me to 'loosen up'." Eve pointed out, unable to help the way the corners of her mouth twitched. She hadn't planned on more than one drink, but whether the wanted to admit it or not, Sully had a magnetism about him that was hard to resist. "How chivalrous." A quiet 'thank you' was offered in the bartender's direction when the drinks were set down, taking the brief moment before Sully opened his never-ending mouth once more to take a long sip. "Hm?" Eve glanced over to the table, shaking her head. "Um -- no. I'm terrible. Never could get the grip right." She admitted with a scoff. "Dunno if you remember gym class; contact sports were never my thing. That extends to the ones played at bars." Even horse-riding had taken her some time and a lot of practice to get good at. "I prefer sitting quietly and being judgmental from afar."
