Harper finished her rum. It was her favourite drink, perhaps she'd been a pirate in her former life. Quite possible. She was unnaturally attracted to Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow. Or was she just unnaturally attracted to Johnny Deep? One of her favourite anecdotes was bumping into Johnny Depp at a music festival. She had been so doe eyed, that she'd lost all ability to speak and stared creepily at the man. It was surprising that he didn't hit her with a restraining order, actually. Or at the very least, a cease and disist. 

Rather conviniently, there was free table just to the left of them, that made the perfect host for her now empty glass. The tequila had never been her favourite, so she took a sip - wrinkled her nose violently, before setting that down too. 

"It tastes much better with lime. I don't know how you drink that stuff and enjoy it." Of course she had to be up close and personal with Devin so that he could hear her, and once again she was distracted by how good he smelt, and once again it triggered memories that had been suppressed for a very very long time. Too long.