Frella~
ELLA: Sometimes she's not too sure what keeps her coming back to Le Ren. It's aesthetically beautiful, and that probably satisfies her artist's eye. The staff is beautiful, too. But sometimes the drama and the professionalism leave her scratching her head. She wants it to satisfy the party girl in her soul, too, and sometimes that's where it falls flat. Except...
"That better be for me," she grins, reaching over Fran's arm for the shockingly pink concoction in front of the doctor. Her tastebuds tingle in anticipation while her fingers wrap around cool glass.
FRAN: "It's certainly not for me." The first sip of scotch cleans her palate from the previous sugar assault, leaving a pleasantly smoky flavor behind. It warms her mouth and throat, and even if she knows it's not quite completely true, she chooses to blame the warmth in her stomach on it, too. Because she can. Leaving the glass back on the bar and turning on her stool to face Ella, she taps the pink drink with her fingertip and gives it a suspicious look. "I think this one may be too sweet even for you, Hudson. I took a sip and I don't think my blood sugar will ever be the same."
