[ Veronica sends him A Look when he introduces himself. ] And Veronica is a mouthful? [ Followed shortly by a roll of her eyes. ] Thanks, I'll tell all of my hot friends that I'm on a first-name basis with Kavinsky.

[ She sips from her own glass in content silence before Kavinsky offers up his complaint and she lets out an exasperated sigh, setting her glass down on the small table situated right at the end of the couch. ] Something heavier on the alcohol? Seriously? Okay, then.

[ Veronica pushes herself off the couch in one fluid movement, crossing the room to return to the kitchen. ] What do you want, Kavinsky? [ She laughs softly, opening the cabinet that holds all of her liquor. ]