Anthony couldn't help himself, he was a joker. He couldn't help if the jokes he made were bad! That's what made them so good. Honestly? He didn't think Alicia would take the bait and was surprised when she did. Damn. If this was any indication of how the rest of the year was going to be, then 2005 was going to be awesome. There was a little bit of guilt... she was drunk and he was still mostly sober... was he taking advantage of her? The smartest thing to do, in Anthony's opinion, was to start drinking, and quick. The bottle of champagne he brought along was a good start.
"Let's go to my place," he said, grabbing the bottle and rising. He held out his other hand to help her up. Once they were both on their feet, he apparated to just outside his apartment door, and with his keys, let themselves in.\
His apartment was modestly sized, but suited his needs. It was untidy, like a bachelor's pad should, but at least he didn't have his porn collection out on the sofa or dirty underwear all over the floor. Once the door was closed and locked behind them, Anthony turned to Alicia and kissed her slowly, before offering, "Champagne?"