"Well, if push comes to shove, we just toss her into a snowbank until she sobers up. The benefits of having a birthday in the winter, wouldn't you say Paige?" He glanced in the mirror again, wagging his eyebrows at his mock threat, though in reality he had absolutely no qualms with going through with it. Snowbank were soft enough, and he could be careful.
"If she wants pointers as the night goes on she can ask, but I'm sure she's capable of handling herself." With company, he mentally added. "All in all, I agree that we shouldn't make your mother mad. I don't think I get immunity as a guest when I'm supposed to be the old, responsible one."