"Hmmm, well you were pretty close to it," Minerva replied, then rolled her eyes when Atlas told her he was drunk eventually. "I'm surprised. Firewhiskey tends to make me forget a lot from the night before," she said. "Which is why I stay away from it."
She sighed, then shrugged off Atlas' arm. Drunk or sober it seemed like this bloke had no idea how to charm a witch. But, Minerva didn't shoot him down. Perhaps he just had little experience and was used to simpering little things that tittered away under his advances.
"I - not we - am going. And where, I don't know just yet," she advised. Minerva ran a hand under her hair and lifted it off her shoulders before letting it fall back down her back. "But if you behave yourself, I could consider turning it into a 'we'".