She actually just wanted one drink, and maybe to people watch. Charlie didn't drink any more than that unless she was with someone she trusted. Perhaps she should blame her time working for the Secret Police for that.
Or maybe it was good to be cautious.
Either way, her gaze did land on the man in spikes and black leather. While he did seem out of place, no one was really bothering him.
Still, Charlie didn't trust people. Well, most people. She just hid it well. And hey, he was pretty, so it was a good excuse to say hello as any.
She sidled over to him and flashed a grin. "Scuse the interruption, but if you're going to drink while being that pretty, you shouldn't be here alone-people are crazy perverts. Mind if I join you? I promise I'm just crazy. I've only had one, so you can drink what you like and I'll threaten to punch any creepos in the face for you. I throw a mean left AND right hook, I'll have you know."
Was she offering to be his bodyguard? Way to go with the pickup lines, Charlie. Still, she really did have honorable intentions.