Beckett stifled a giggle as he finally did a double-take, eyes flicking from the hemline of her obscenely short dress to the short, sharpened edges of her blonde wig. It seemed that he didn't quite know where to focus — her silver contacts, her too-red lips, or the leather jacket almost slipping from her shoulders.
He slid into the stool next to her, trying to look suave but catching his pants leg on the footrest, toppling into her lap. She couldn't contain her laughter at that. She pulled her drink out of his way and righted Castle by the time his favorite drink appeared in front of him.
She lightly clinked her glass against his while slowly leaning towards him, and breathed the word "nastrovje" into his ear.
She loved seeing the smirk that appeared momentarily on Castle's face, dissolving quickly into a wide grin that mirrored her own.