[Cornelia and Oliver -- Beach]
[Turning on her side, she inadvertently moves a little closer, her leg brushing his slightly. The touch doesn't go by unnoticed though. As if she could withstand anymore heat rushing to her face. She laughs, a slightly awkward sound. At least to her own ears.]
Sorry.
[She points to his glass.]
Some reputation you have there. Do you always let the ladies out-drink you?