One can definitely be a barfly without being a drunk. Lucy can attest to it. She spends a great deal of time in the Houndstooth. Of course, she also (sometimes) works there, but that doesn't change the issue at hand. "Good," she tells him, genuinely pleased to have the opportunity to make more friends, or maybe the opportunity to have potential friends come to her.

"Sorry," she apologizes sheepishly and takes a long sip of her drink. One of these days, she'll learn to keep her mouth shut. Probably not. It's part and parcel of Lucy.

"Probably for the best," she agrees on the point of keeping the awesome in mind. She waves a little. "Try to enjoy it and if you need anything, Jill and I are always around."

((ooc: good place to wrap?))