Somehow I figured as much. [ She gives him another roll of her eyes, though this one is easily on the more playful side than any of her previous ones -- maybe with enough champagne in her system she might actually find Kavinsky to be fairly tolerable. ]

Not on most days. He and his wife have been married.... seventy-something years, I think he told me. I don't think your much of his type anyway.

[ And she has an equally as snarky retort for Kavinsky sitting right on the tip of her tongue, but the moment that he reaches for the bottom of her robe -- and successfully lifts it, giving him a full view of the very little she has on underneath it (or rather, the nothing that she has on underneath.) -- the words are lost in favor of swatting his hand away. ]

Excuse you. [ She shoots him a quick glare, jabbing her foot into his side in retaliation. ] Maybe you do that to all the other girls whose porches you wake up on, but not this one.

[ Veronica pauses for a moment, setting her nearly empty glass down. ] Gimme your hand. [ And she holds her own out expectantly. ]