Alice had been shocked by the amount of food she was presented with. Alice was not exactly a large person, and she was fairly certain that the amount of food he produced was about the same as her body mass. He, on the other hand, wasn't the most petite of sorts, and what she didn't eat, she was sure he would as she took bits and pieces of everything. Including the beer.
Being the sort of person who didn't drink often and who was, well, tiny, it didn't take much for Alice to feel the effects of alcohol, and when you added the combination of her wanting to get rid of the nerves she was feeling from being at his actual apartment, Alice had a healthy buzz by the time she started to help Bradley clear off the table.
This normally wouldn't have been an issue, if Alice's power didn't find it necessary to flare up every time she ingested alcohol. It kept flickering, a glimpse of pec, of abs, of frighteningly well-defined butt cheek beneath his boxers.
It made everything horrendously distracting, and it was unbelievably tempting not to just take another peek for kicks, but Alice always tried to respect people's privacy, at least as best she could.
"Very impressive," she assured him with a soft giggle (an important determinant of Alice's level of inebriation or lack there of- as the alcohol input increased, so did the giggling). "It was really nice. Color me pleasantly surprised."