[Oh. That smile of his almost looks -- genuine? She's still not comfortable dropping her guard completely, but his efforts to ease her are appreciated, and that does more to accomplish the goal than anything. Plus he likes her name. She wants to thank him -- when you picked your own rather than being given it, it made actual sense to be flattered! -- but the words catch just long enough that saying them becomes awkward. Ryder looks down to her hands, fighting the urge to pick at her cuticles. It's probably a bad idea, but...]
Bottle of port with a side of water it is...
[She needs something to make it so she can speak more smoothly at above an inaudible mumble. Hopefully it would just make her less jittery, not drown any remaining braincells sticking with her through this. When she goes to relay this information, Ryder gives up and points at the drinks menu with no small amount of shame. No matter how many bananas she counts, she can't stop wanting to cry -- and that feeling only intensifies as her face and nerves are taken in and a request for her ID is made. Do they really think she could swing this sort of outing if she wasn't at least twenty-one?! What are the kids up to these days? Sheepishly she produces her ID, which does indeed list her as Ryder Mae Morris, if Teo cares to put the effort in to read the little writing from across the table. Back into the phone wallet it goes! Loud exhale of relief to have gotten through that somewhat painlessly!
...Fuck. Fuck, shit, hell, damn! Because what do people say when talking to other humans and trying to have a good time? She doesn't do this, even when "this" isn't specifically hiring someone else to help. Instead of forcing herself to figure it out, Ryder grabs the main menu and partly shields herself from view. She can focus on reading!
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...What th'fuck is any of this? [SHITFUCK, DID SHE SAY THAT OUT LOUD] Um. I m -- I m-mean, um. Jesus, just -- ignore -- [But she doesn't want to be ignored. This sucks. She sucks. Time to duck a little further behind her menu.] S-ss -- sor --
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Bottle of port with a side of water it is...
[She needs something to make it so she can speak more smoothly at above an inaudible mumble. Hopefully it would just make her less jittery, not drown any remaining braincells sticking with her through this. When she goes to relay this information, Ryder gives up and points at the drinks menu with no small amount of shame. No matter how many bananas she counts, she can't stop wanting to cry -- and that feeling only intensifies as her face and nerves are taken in and a request for her ID is made. Do they really think she could swing this sort of outing if she wasn't at least twenty-one?! What are the kids up to these days? Sheepishly she produces her ID, which does indeed list her as Ryder Mae Morris, if Teo cares to put the effort in to read the little writing from across the table. Back into the phone wallet it goes! Loud exhale of relief to have gotten through that somewhat painlessly!
...Fuck. Fuck, shit, hell, damn! Because what do people say when talking to other humans and trying to have a good time? She doesn't do this, even when "this" isn't specifically hiring someone else to help. Instead of forcing herself to figure it out, Ryder grabs the main menu and partly shields herself from view. She can focus on reading!
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...What th'fuck is any of this? [SHITFUCK, DID SHE SAY THAT OUT LOUD] Um. I m -- I m-mean, um. Jesus, just -- ignore -- [But she doesn't want to be ignored. This sucks. She sucks. Time to duck a little further behind her menu.] S-ss -- sor --