"That isn't a double negative, and it isn't bad grammar either. It makes perfect sense. You're just an idiot." Or a boy. He was a complete bullheaded boy. She frowned, then tipped the rest of the vodka back, cringing as it burned all the way down her throat. She placed the glass carefully next to her, then pulled her legs to her chest.
"I wasn't acting weird. I was having fun. It won't happen again when you're around, don't worry."