Heather didn't know whether to be relieved or insulted. So she chose neither. "Sorry man, it's just hard to trust a guy that can drink all that," She directed a hand toward the bar and it's empty bottles, "And still look all put together." Especially when she couldn't hardly keep her clothes on after two drinks, let alone a whole dang liquor store.
She hoisted herself up on the edge of the rounded stage, and shot a text to the boyfriend she'd mentioned telling him where she was. Just in case.