Arc gave a little sigh at Narco's comment, mentally firing him a text to avoid having to speak on the situation.
@Marco: It wasn't serious last night. I barely remember him. Besides that, needs to be on my terms.
There was one key difference between how Arc feels at the Stardust than at the Pit: the Pit was familiar ground, streetpeeps of that which she grew up around. She was comfortable there, and just having fun. The fact she was also wasted up to here might have helped with that. Here at the Stardust though, she was in a class unknown to her. Nonetheless, she reminded herself she was supposed to be having fun, and picked up a shot glass of the rum, downing it with the others. She held the dark liquor on her tongue for a moment, letting it burn While the amalgamation of flavors and notes danced on her taste buds: hint of cinnamon, fire, and ooh was that cocoa? Gulping, she let out her breath in a small sigh.
Listening to the stranger, now known as Stahl, the human gave a little nod as her stomach warmed to the booze. "I don't. First time here. Believe it or not, I don't normally earn this kind of pay, haha. Got lucky with some stuff, so to say. I'll keep an eye out...ah". She noted Yelena had left to find a restroom, sitting back and furrowing a little, for a brief moment before she made her smile return. She laughed and chatted for a bit, seeing the crowd ebb and flow around them, the music however muted filtering in. Marco dropping the bomb was a surprise, but if living under a gang taught her one thing, if was to play along, and she laughed with him, her green cybereyes glancing at Stahl to confirm that Marco wasn't trying to pull a fast one.
"Thinking of hitting the floor in a bit...anyone care to join? Feathers, I ain't gonna force you this time, I already owe ya for before..."