Millicent hadn't laughed a whole lot the last few days, but the look on Flint's face was just too good not to. "If I was in a better mood I would definitely give it a go," she said. "Half a bottle from now anyway."
She pushed the bottle towards him, having swallowed only half her glass in one go. She was fairly sure she could drink her under the table (she had practice in this sort of thing), but that really wasn't why she'd wanted to meet him.
Although now she could hardly remember why that was. So much had happened since they set up this particular date.
"Fuck," she agreed, downing a good portion of what she had left. "Pretty much sums the weekend up, yeah? Must've been a laugh working these last few days."