Peter raised an eyebrow at the girl, who was obviously settling in to get shit-faced by the end of the night. Turning away, he pinched the bridge of his nose and ordered a soda - tasted a whole lot better, and got him to the same place.
"The thing with Amanda? It is my fault. I should have handled that better. I could have at least filtered my post. But I didn't realize I was saying anything that she'd take the wrong way."
He shook his head, looking at her with concern.
"I'm guessing you don't have a special power that lets you drink as much as you want without feeling it? Drinking the bottle might not be the best thing for you, you know. You'll regret it in the morning."