Pansy rolled her eyes at Mike's declaration that she'd never win against him. "I could win a case against you even if I'd completely lost my voice and had to use charades to argue my point." No, her comeback didn't make much sense if you really thought about it, but the alcohol was starting to affect her just a little. Plus, Mike appeared to be even drunker than her.
"Damn, you've figured out my real motive for starting up the business," she deadpanned, before joining him on the ground. It was sort of awkward trying to — literally — talk down to someone. "I'm going to have to Obliviate you now." Finishing her first drink, she set the bottle next to her and tugged one of the coolers closer so she could pull out a second one. She hoped if either of them passed out that someone would find them. She didn't want to sleep out here all night.
"What did this place look like? Before all the..." she gestured wildly with her free hand. "You know."