"Oh you think so?" She said. "And yes you are drunk, Vincent!"
She was still laughing as she reached for another drink. "I think we're up to eight or nine shots," she said. I'm not going to be able to drive home at all!
Of course, she wasn't exactly worried about that. She'd called a taxi countless times to get home.
"Maybe you should stop," she slurred as she motioned towards him, almost spilling her shot. "You wouldn't want to make yourself sick, Vincent!" she said his name slightly slower than the rest of her sentence, leaning in towards him, her cleavage obvious thanks to the fitted strapless dress.
"It's okay to admit you've lost," she said.
She downed the last shot, wincing. You want to win but...no. I will win.
"It's okay to lose," She teased him as she slipped down from the barstool once more and this time reached out to drape an arm around his shoulder, leaning against him, her side against his side.