"Thanks," Charlie said simply when he said he was sorry about Gordy. She wasn't inclined to dwell on that subject, either; that wasn't what she'd come here for. Selfishly, she wanted to pretend that there wasn't anyone to worry about but herself tonight. Zach, DJ, Maddie... surely they could survive without her concern for a few hours and then a night of plastered sleep.
She smirked again at his question. "Yeah, a little very alcoholic help," she said. She'd never had much of a tolerance for alcohol, maybe because she was a very small person; her ex-husband had used to like to get her drunk just so he could laugh at her. Not in a mean way. It had usually been fun for both of them, but the puking that came after that hadn't been so fun.
"This is so good," Charlie said, taking another drink from her glass. As it turned out, once she got used to the alcohol content, she could drink it a little faster. Who knew? "I think it's a great name," she said of the Captain Jack. "Drinks have funny names. Fuzzy Navel. Sex on the Beach. Slippery Nipple." Then she snickered at what she'd just said and drained her glass. "Wow, yeah, I think I need another one of those." When Jace asked if she had a ride home, she reached over to poke him on the arm. "That would be you, if I get where I can't walk."