Harold knew she was unlikely to blackmail him. He'd only made the accusation because really, he would do it in her position. He tipped the bottle back and swallowed another mouthful before shoving it back into Sally's hands. "Fine," He said, the air of irritation in his voice, but only because he knew he was giving in, and he was ashamed of how easy he was when he was drunk. Or maybe it wasn't that at all. Maybe it was just that she was the first person who'd ever asked or cared...
"No one else would've asked me, alright?" He snapped, "No girls even look at me twice unless they need a dress or something stupid. So there. That's why." He glared away at a small shrub nearby, as if it had offended him deeply. But really he just didn't want to see what he expected would be a knowing, smug grin on Sally's face.