[ He's being smooth, God forbid. Anna finds herself flustered upon eye contact- those are some pretty intense blues, after all. They look like they've got the weight of the world on them, and then some.

But she doesn't allow herself to swoon, instead focusing on the jello shot and it's tangy sweet, but bitterness, sliding down her throat. And she sticks the empty glass back on the tray once she's done with it. Last time she fell for a mysterious rich boy wasn't so long ago actually. ]

Anything in particular that you're curious about, Tim?

[ Straight and to-the-point. Although even though he's not outwardly cringing, he seems kinda stuck-up about the alcohol. ] ... there's more to drink farther in, if you're not into vodka.