Laney looked at the bottle in her hands and then back to Alfie and frowned. "Why would I need to knock you out? It's not like alcohol is going to turn you into the Hulk. It's just going to like...I don't know. But I don't think you're going to go crazy with rage and kill me. I'm not going to knock you out though even if you do cause I don't want to...you know...accidentally break the bottle over your big head and cut you or something. Your hairdo would sop up all your blood and you'd just bleed out." Gross. She could deal with getting hurt, if she really needed to. If it came down to her or him, she'd let him win if it meant she didn't need to practically knock out her best friend.
"I meant like. What if I just grow a couple years again? Or you break the lifeguard chair by grabbing onto it. Normal stuff." Though, what was normal really? Laney thought this as she took a healthy sip of beer, determined to be just as straight faced as Alfie when she swallowed.