"Hey, I'm not judging!" he insisted, lifting his hands slightly. "I like reading other people's little notes, it's like we're reading it together," he said, and rolled his eyes at himself. "Or something less fucking corny," he laughed.
He broke eye contact, and gave a little thoughtful nod when she mentioned Fitzgerald's work. "I'd only met Scott once before I read his novel, and I'd thought he was- um, clinically insane, possibly. But then it was so perfect that I- it didn't matter anymore if he was crazy, I just had to know him," he was telling her, not really sure why except apparently alcohol just made him spill everything. And apparently it did the same to her - his gaze returned to her, surprise and a sort of thrill in his eyes. "Fangirl," he teased right back, just to stop himself from thanking her or something sappy like that.
"Sure thing, Princess," he just couldn't help himself from mocking, although he was pretty damn impressed with her downing the tequila. He tried not to let it show, though, as he lifting his own glass and downed it easily enough. Tequila he was familiar with. The rest were probably going to be interesting though.