"Bitch, please," Santana shot back teasingly. "I've been queen of the dark side for quite a while now... Well, Sebastian and I... and he might be more queen than I am." Wow... Tina definitely wasn't lying. There was nothing sweet and innocent about her at all now, and she was definitely all with the confident flirting. It was one hell of a hot look for her, too. "You're a cop?" Santana asked, not even bothering to hide her surprise. "Have I mentioned I love a woman in uniform?" She was definitely amused by this whole turn of events, but more than pleased to see a familiar face. Tina really had changed, and apparently in all the hot ways that made Santana really, really glad to see her around. "Not gonna lie, babe," she said easily, polishing off her Martini before setting the glass aside. "If I'd known you liked tits in high school, might not've been Britt I hooked up with."

With a grin, Santana let her foot bounce just a little, keeping time with the music playing over the PA. "Well, I kinda have a rule," she teased, taking the olive from her martini and popping it into her mouth, swallowing before she continued. "I only do tequila shooters as body shots... But if it's for old times' sake, I might be able to make an exception just this once." There was nothing wrong with getting your flirt on, as far as Santana was concerned, even if there was the whole fact that they knew each other in high school to reckon with. "Yeah... Definitely Sebastian. The fag's got a special place in my heart, damn him. Pretty sure if we were straight, we would've fucked by now, but there's that whole matter of my not wanting dick and his not wanting tits that prevents it. That's the best description I've ever heard though. He's an acquired taste. No joke there. But yes, I'm here for Seb, but thinking of moving down permanently. I like it here. What about you? Puckerman?"