[She waves for the bartender and hands over her credit card, adding Felicity's drink to her very small tab, her signature a messy scrawl at the bottom of the paper before she shoves the card back in her pocket and tips herself off the stool.]
Shall we, my dear? [And she's just going to hold out her arm because Charming has taught her well.]
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[She waves for the bartender and hands over her credit card, adding Felicity's drink to her very small tab, her signature a messy scrawl at the bottom of the paper before she shoves the card back in her pocket and tips herself off the stool.]
Shall we, my dear? [And she's just going to hold out her arm because Charming has taught her well.]