"Oh, I've got to try a hurricane," Arden said, amused by the irony but unaware of just how deep it was going to go. "And drinks that taste like juice sound baller. Thanks, sss-Raiden!" Another averted 'sir'! She was doing so good!

This whole night was going to be a learning experience. Especially learning that 'drinks that don't taste like alcohol will fuck you up. Count carefully.'

"Okay, what do you say?" she asked. "Get me a hurricane and then we head to the floor to dance for a bit?"