It was always better to be sober while talking to a woman. At least then you're being you instead of what the alcohol makes you, right? That's how Carly saw it, anyways. Not that she didn't get drunk from time to time, because she certainly did, but thankfully she had already nabbed Ben and she was confident that he wouldn't be going anywhere soon just because she got sloshed. Besides, she would kill him if he ever did that. They were engaged, after all! And nothing that she said or did would change that. Unless, of course, she murdered one of his family members or something, but she wasn't psychotic.
She wiped her mouth after plucking a napkin out of the dispenser and then crunched it in her palm. "Oh, thank you. But I can assure you that that won't be happening anytime soon," she smirked and rolled her eyes again. At least he had a good sense of humour! She looked down at her lap and shook her head. "No, no boyfriend. Do have a fiance, though, who was.. arguing with his mother on the phone the last time I saw him," she replied and crossed one leg over the other. "Does that line work on other girls, though?"