"The thought had crossed my mind," she admitted with a bit of a smile. It had crossed and then it had kept going, but he didn't need to know that. And anyway, she really was trying to get him drunk. Wasn't that his request?
Tracey dropped herself on the sofa where Adrian had indicated she should sit, passed a bottle over to him and worked on opening her own. Normally, she would ask for a glass. It was just terribly undignified to drink vodka out of a large bottle like this, but considering the circumstances... And anyway, she wasn't that much of a lady. What her mother didn't know...
"You don't need to be good company, you just need to be company." Those had to be simple enough requirements. She propped her feet up on his coffee table, making herself comfortable with the bottle open, propped up on her lap, and stared straight ahead. If he wanted to talk, she'd listen. If not, she'd just be sitting here, drinking. Slowly. And not finishing a quarter of the bottle, because she did want to make it home tonight, rather than to a hospital with alcohol poisoning.
She sucked at this, didn't she? The thought occurred to her, but there was nothing for it.