"Well, it looks that way, though I can't say I'd know for sure." David smirked wickedly, "And I highly doubt it. No one beats me at drinking." No one had yet anyway.
Noelle frowned, taking that all in. Or trying to, since her thoughts were swimming a little bit. "Aw!" She beamed, apparently only taking in the last thing he said, "You like me!" She gave him her best 'I'm flattered' expression. Because, in some capacity, she was. Even though it was only because she was drunk.
David shook his head, "Hey, I'm not in charge of him."