"With whatever's been put in this punch, I might be once I finish this glass," she laughs, her smile turning a bit soft as he reaches out to brush that curl back into place. "I didn't even see who spiked it, did you?"

It could be anyone, or no one at all; at parties like these, it was very nearly expected anyway.

"Besides," she continues, wanting to hang on to that little bit of daring she'd found within herself, "I don't need to be drunk at all to tell you how much I like the way you look. All the ways you look."