Well then! The bull by the nuts. This was serious business. Pierce pursed his lips, trying to fight a laugh so as not to break the moment of wisdom brought to him by tipsy Naea. She was rather amusing when sloshed, he had to admit. But she was probably right, though he wouldn't have used that particular expression per se.
"Of course we still talk because of Billy," he said. "Take her out...where?" The thought honestly boggled him. He had to pull his head from his ass first, or from the deep piles of paperwork on his desk, the piles that never seemed to end. "Well, yes, of course I'd slow it down a smidge. I probably should anyway," he added hastily. "It's alright, Naea, I'll take your advice - especially your drunken advice, though I don't know about the unicorns shitting glitter," he laughed. "I probably shouldn't bring that up next time I call her."