Picking up the glass, Abigail looked the drink over a few times. She didn't not trust Tobias, but she was always careful about how much alcohol she consumed no matter where she went. Abigail enjoyed a few drinks as much as the next person, but she preferred to remember leaving the bar and going to bed that night. If she happened to bring a friend home, though that wasn't very often, she also preferred to remember their name and face, and possibly their number if such an item was left.
Lifting the glass in a toast to Tobias, Abigail took a healthy drink. It was strong and not exactly what Abigail had been expecting. Setting the glass down, she puckered her lips as the mixture of alcoholic liquids settled in her stomach. And, there was the already comforting warmth of the alcohol in the beverage. The second drink that she as bad as the first and after a few sips, she was taking regular sips as she continued her conversation.
"I haven't actually met her. Just saw her talking about it over the internet. Has she stopped by?" Licking her lips, dabbing the back of her hand against the corner of her mouth as she took another drink, Abigail set the glass down. Oh, yes. She was already feeling quite comfortable.