Well, that answer had been a lot more severe than Garret had anticipated. But he only faltered for a second, his smile never wavering. "Hm," he said, as though taking the comment into deep consideration. "I suppose that's a good reason to start your night with a long face. But it's not a good enough reason to keep it that way." Taking the glass from her, Garret tossed down the entirety of Rocky's drink, grimmacing and shuddering as he swallowed. "Yearg," he spat, the burn of it very delicious but also painful. Then, handing her the empty glass back, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow, you crazy alcoholic, you sure emptied that fast. Allow me to buy you another, hm?" With a twinkle in his eye, he motioned for the bartending, lifting Rocky's hand (and her glass) to show they needed another.
"So, Finland, hm? What, did you tell him you were pregnant or something?"