He was weirdly close suddenly, close enough to warrant a beer in the face if it came to that. It hadn't, not yet, but if he kept on pushing her, he'd end up with a beer followed by a fist in the face.
The image was not unpleasant.
"No need to improve on the truth. The world knows you're a wanker." She took another pull on her drink, though at this rate, she'd run out before she had a chance to throw it at him.