Sasha did not like to be rejected in the best of circumstances. Being drunk didn't really make it easier. In fact, it confused her. It probably shouldn't have, because the idea of not kissing a drunk person wasn't really that complicated, but it did. She didn't understand it, understand why.
But the alcohol had been slowly wearing off, making Sasha feel more and more like herself, and the rejection closed her off rather than argue like she might have if she'd still been completely trashed.
"Fine," she said, and though she settled back against him, she also turned away from him and crossed her arms over her stomach. Unfortunately for Nik, she was already sober enough to know this probably wouldn't happen again. It took a lot for Sasha to open up to anyone, and apparently alcohol was a necessary ingredient for that to happen.