Natasha doesn't immediately recognize the voice. The line is cheesy, and she's mid-eye-roll when she turns her head and sees that the one delivering it is Eddie. She doesn't know him well, but she knows well enough to know that it's a joke. It's harmless, because he's one of those guys who seems to genuinely mean well. She hasn't yet figured out if it's naïvite, denial, or bullshit. Probably some combination of the three. That's the case with most people. He's a nice guy, she just hasn't figured out why yet. The motivation is often so much more important than the result.

Still, he's here, and somewhat familiar. He's also in a suit. Full blown suit, and if that isn't somehow the cutest and dorkiest thing ever, she's not sure what is. So she tosses him a smile, something shiny and all surface, but she's still putting effort into not dismissing him. It's something. "A girl like me is the reason people come to a place like this," she says, turning his line right back at him. The beat of the music turns her toward him, and she gestures down her body with one hand. "I am making full use of this dress and its ability to get me free alcohol while I blow off steam on the dance floor. What about you? Are you allowed to be exerting yourself like this yet?"