"I fall into lots of things by accident," Tina confessed, leaning back against the cabinets. "Like dates. Jobs. Love, once. But that date ended badly. I mean the night ended well, the relationship ended so, soooo bad." With a slight chuckle, he scratched at his chin stubble. "I feel warm. And happy. Which means the wine is kicking in." With a long, drawn out sigh that ended in motorboat lips, Tina gave Daryn a look. "It's pretty much bullshit that my race can't handle liquor. That's really unfair. Good for you I guess, unless you hate when I talk because when I drink, on the very few occasions, I talk a lot. And I mean a very lot. Which is why I don't drink. I don't like talking too much because then I never shut up, and it all keeps spilling out of me, just spilling and spilling and spilling and then you know waaaaay more about me than I wanted you to." With a sniff, he furrowed his brow. "I already forgot the point I was making."