Tina just snickered and gave a small wave of her hand. "I don't want to be a queen anyway. No one would agree with my leadership tactics and I'd probably want to choke people with my sceptre. I'm kidding. I wouldn't commit grievous bodily harm, it wouldn't be good for my employment record and I don't fancy pussy polishing a pole to make a living, even if I did take a pole dancing class once to see what all the fuss was about. It was fun, but still don't want to do it for a little nor do I want middle-aged sleazebags perving on my tits for their kicks." She shot Santana a grin, teasingly running her tongue over red lips with a wink. "Then we best not be wasting too much time procrastinating. I won't be in uniform for all that much longer. I take the detective exam soon and it will be plain clothes all the way. Not that I plan on resorting to anything that won't be great for my ass, mind you. The difference between Britt and me in school were that my tits hadn't been fifty laps around the block in any one week. I didn't even let Artie touch my tits until senior year and even then, he didn't know what to do with them. He had to actually Google it. I'm not sure his research tactics ever improved..."

She ordered the tequila, going for a whole bottle just in case they decided they needed it and handed over the cash to pay with a wink at the bargirl. She gave a shake of her head. "No, Blaine. The mini fag to my hag. Though, I've been hagging from afar for so long now, it was more than time I got my finger out and fixed that. You could say Puck's my lesbro, though. He and I helped each other through cop school and probably wouldn't have survived to tell the tale without the ability to bitch at each other on the regular. But it's how I got close to Blaine. Now that he is panty-creaming over a love interest for the first time in ever, I need to be here to make sure he's okay. He's like a Disney Prince, though the Princess has been a little too much with the..." She mimed sticking her fingers down her throat.