She did her best to compose herself, trying to get her head together. There was too much whiskey in her system to really be doing this, but she'd made a promise, and she wasn't going back on it now.
She turned to Nathan, taking deep breaths, her body settling into her familiar pre-fight stance. "I thought I'd take us somewhere romantic."
She was close enough that she didn't have to move far to hit him, her fist coming up toward his stomach, since he would have a harder time blocking low blows from someone a foot shorter than him.