[ Daisy has never been one to look down on cheap alcohol. Maybe it's from so much time spent living on friends' couches and hooking up with guys just to have a place to stay, or it could be those years of living in her van. Either way, cheap beer and the greasiest diner burgers known to man have always been a staple of her diet, even when she'd had a stable career and money in her bank account. Old habits die hard when you don't really care to kick them.

The man who walks in is yet another in a sea of strangers, though he, at least, doesn't leer at her as he sits down. There's curiosity, of course, and she can't really blame him for that, but his gaze doesn't make her desperately want a shower and that goes a long way. It's probably the main reason why she turns to him and, instead of immediately shutting him down, tilts her head to the side and studies him with passive interest. ]

Is that a 'you look like shit and could use some sympathy beer' offer or an 'I'm looking to get in your pants before the night is over' offer?

[ Choose wisely, random hot guy. She doesn't give second chances. ]