His question made her laugh. How hadn't she scared him? Still, drunk as she was, she at least still had the filter between "appropriate for bros" and "not appropriate for bros." So instead of explaining that she had told him the color of her underwear and bra on some stupid drunken whim that she might regret the next day, she just looked up at him with innocent eyes. "Ah'm bein' pretty mean," she said. "Ah'm teasin' him somethin' awful."