It was perhaps a testament to the state of her inebriation that the fellow currently grinning at her had gone unnoticed by her up until then. Darcy would've liked to have thought that he'd just arrived, though he already had a beer in front of him and had therefore at least had enough time to order, which was really unacceptable. She hadn't spent her entire life honing her spidey sense to detect pretty only to have a gollywhopper sneak in under the line while she'd been drinking.

Deciding to make up for lost time, she shifted in her seat to face him and grinned widely, moving to rest one elbow on the bar top in front of her and her chin in the cup of one hand. "Hey there," she drawled, her other hand lifting to lightly follow the outline of his head and shoulders in the air in front of her face, since that was the whole of what she could see of him just then. "Wow, look at you. You're all..." Darcy dropped her hand to the bar top and sucked her lips in in concentration, then gave a little wiggle and another, wider grin. "Perfect. Shit. Congratulations on that face, bee tee dubs. It's a masterwork, it really is."