"That sounds like fun." More fun than the farm at any rate. "If you could use some back up, I wouldn't mind tagging along," Goldy offers as the bartender provides her with a new beer.

Satisfied with his attention and speedy service, the Fable beckons the guy closer. She then leans across the bar, meeting him halfway, and whispers something into his ear. His eyes widen even as she's still delivering the message, and when she's done he pulls back with a boyish grin plastered across his face.

"Okay. Deal," he says, nodding, and still grinning. "You're both comp'd for the rest of the night."

Goldy's dirty smirk quickly morphs into a smile of gratitude.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Looking pleased with herself, she turns back to Grace and waggles her eyebrows.