"Bring back the--" Lexie was about to protest, to be the voice of reason like she usually was with her siblings. How many glasses of wine had she just watched him chug? And in such a small amount of time... surely that couldn't be a good sign. And as bad as she felt for setting off such a negative reaction, she didn't particularly want to enable him further. Despite all of this, though, she instead found herself cheerfully saying, "Sure, David," and hurrying to the kitchen to find the wine. Lexie couldn't explain why she was doing it, really, but she didn't even resist. Not that she would've been able to if she tried. Her mind was in a haze, something similar to what it had been like when they were kissing, except without the butterflies and the fabulous, electric-like sensations flitting down her spine.
In the kitchen, Lexie quickly found the requested bottle of wine and brought it back out to David, setting it down on the table in front of him before she resumed her seat. As soon as the action was complete the expression on her face changed from one of cheerful acquiescence to one of sheer puzzlement. Why had she done that? She might've, if David had managed to convince her after she'd protested, but it wasn't really like Lexie to fail to try to talk sense into somebody before they made what she'd deemed to be a bad decision.