"Ah, ah! But you said there were no negatives." He was graced with a grin, as if she were quite proud of having caught him. Alcohol tended to have that effect, but she was holding her own aside from the perk of loosening up a little. Hard to say how much of that was actually the drink and how much was the excuse it granted people.
She fell for his little tactic, leaning in to hear what he had to say, giving him the sugary smell of her hairspray and the peppermint of the gloss coating her lips, though a share of that was by now on the glass instead. Some things just couldn't be avoided. "You give that secret over to every girl who walks through the door?"
And back away, sitting up straight even though she was leaning on the bar. Posture was a hard habit to break. "One more. I'm not ready for the repercussions of three."