“Now this seems a bit more like it! Much more lively! I bet they won't mind if we get up to a bit of mischief~?” The fuchsia fox seeming to feel that a change of venue was just what the doctor had ordered when she stepped into somewhere which was somewhat lacking for seats and tables but not so much mirth and excitement, those dark doe eyes seemed to widen and almost sparkle as she looked across a place with a thumping beat suffusing the air, and a dancefloor on which folk seemed to be merging and mingling with a recklessly enticing manner. That was something she would have to hit up sooner rather than later, right?
“Speaking of, how about we change the game to… Drink, or dare! I'm tired of these silly questions…” For now however Lola still feeling a bit of a sting about how she had been totally trounced by her furry eared footman in their previous little effort to raise their spirits, with her score and intoxication level seeming to stand as a rather resolute marker of defeat the tipsy twenty year old opted to change the script as it were, and decided that she would get on a lot better with a suggestion laden with silliness and mischief, and one she held obvious advantage in as well. I mean, her loyal companion did seem as if he would be far more reluctant to make her blush than she him, right~?