“No, you're pretty!” Gauri burst out with a laugh, lunging at the taller woman to give her a hug. Having the drink in her hand was a bit of a problem with her lowered coordination and she slopped a decent quantity of sticky pink alcohol onto Taras' backside, leaving her with only half a glass which she stared at in confusion once she broke the embrace. “Coulda sworn there w's more'n that in there...”
Ah, whatever. It was free anyway, so all of it was profit. It wasn't like she'd lost anything! Shrugging again, she downed what she had left and dumped the glass down by the pole, with her shot glass from earlier. Man, Taras was right, this stuff was delicious! Sometime she'd have to find out what it was.