It definitely counts. I'd have to go across the ocean to even chance running into anyone who would still call themselves a queen in a non-dramatic sense.

[She at least has the good sense to wipe herself off with the towel she'd brought with her before taking Alistair's hand. She still thinks he's terribly handsome, after all, and he's been nothing but kind to her -- that means she's interested, in her way. She allows the help up, managing a half-smile.

Okay, she appreciates the lightness a little.]

Fair warning - I don't drink like a lady.

[It's probably got something to do with her powers. She nods toward the door.]

The bar's not far.