"Sip it, don't chug it." She took a deep breath to quell her own nausea, and then tipped her head back. "I haven't been to a party in like two years. Or gotten drunk. Guess I made up for lost time." Eight... no, nine glasses of champagne? Yeah.
Definitely making up for lost time. "And take some advil before you go to bed, and you should be okay in the morning." Hopefully. Because she knew she wouldn't be.