“Honestly, it’s irrelevant. I don’t actually like alcohol, but it doesn’t affect my judgment noticeably, either. I’ll do the same things sober as I would drunk. I let a clutch of frat boys dangle me off a balcony once in college, stone sober,” she reminisced. “I was, they weren’t. And they were the good kind, that took my ‘no’ for no and shut up about it. Damn, I miss them.”
“Alcohol is never irrelevant,” he mumbled under his breath with a grin. A dark brow shot in the air at the telling of her story. “You sound like you were quite the party girl.” He let out a low laugh just as the waitress arrived with the drinks. “Any other crazy college stories?”
“A few. You’ve got me wrong, though. I hung out with those guys because even though they drank they didn’t throw wild parties and we liked the same kind of movies and books. I’m a quiet, good girl.” The word ‘good’ had a sneer on it, like she was disgusted by it. She subsided into her water, annoyed at herself.