"I know you can't get drunk. I can and I will. You are in charge of keeping me from shooting someone or becoming a complete international embarrassment." She looked at him and smiled tiredly. He wasn't lying about her looks and she knew it. "You know how every actor wants to direct. They are full of shit. I haven't slept since... When was Thursday, again? And I am pretty sure I am powered on coffee and food truck plates." She walked, assuming he'd follow along while she headed to the car. "Tapas sounds good. Porkbelly with corn salsa on frybread and bruschetta."