"Not often enough, apparently," she breathes, the word catching in her throat. It's more than just the alcohol and the music now, already a powerful mix by themselves and one can never be too sure if what they're getting, but it's the heat of the other woman's body pressed against her. It's the feeling of her nails digging into flesh. It all feels a lot heavier than just the alcohol. There aren't many times when getting dosed with something or influenced like this will do anything but piss her off but right now? She can't find it in herself to be annoyed.

She melts into the other woman's embrace easily, willingly, just to see where that feeling takes her because she likes the way they move together. One hand finds one of Natasha's, giving it a gentle squeeze as if to encourage her to hold her a little tighter.

"You?" she asks, pausing briefly to wet her lips, still just trying to catch a good glimpse of her from the corners of her eyes. "Because if someone like you is a regular, I might be persuaded to."

And God, if she'd somehow managed to miss her the times she has been here? Well, that's just a gross oversight on her part.