Private Two of a Kind

Chris finished her own drink in one, glorious, bitter chug, and slammed her cup down onto the counter with a grin a mile wide. "Oh, please. I'd love to see you try., kitty girl." Shiro reached for her hand, taking it in her own, and Chris stepped forward with purpose and confidence. She kept it all the way to the dancefloor, shaking and swaying and dancing to the music, feeling the beat of the loudspeakers. The dancefloor was just an expanse of living room floor, though, so it was still kind of crowded. That didn't bother Chris any, though - it gave her an excuse to dance a little closer, which was always fun.

"What do you want to know?" asked Chris, grooving out and having a great time.

"Ohhh." Chris smirked. Sure, she was a liiiittle tipsy, but what did it matter? Chances were she wouldn't remember in the morning. So she let out a giggle as she danced to the beat.

"Well, I grew up in Greeeece. Really pretty place back when. Moved here like... fivee? years ago? I went to Dark Crystal, so you know I'm old. But my place is prettier, if you wanna come back when the party's over," she said, and then laughed. Smarmy, sure, but this girl seemed to like smarmy. Most would've totally shunned her by now.