"Well, I can be your designated cab-caller, if that happens." She certainly wasn't planning on getting too smashed to function; getting fuzzy and a little tipsy was one thing. Getting pass-out drunk was another.
Keeping pace with him (thank Merlin for flats!), she nodded when her age came up. "Just barely, though." Ha. How about... an entire year until she was legal to drink the bars! Liar, liar. "I don't mind where we go. If it comes down to it, we can drink back at my place. I've got Monopoly." The last sentence was said with a bit of pomp and circumstance, as if Monopoly was incredibly exciting for everyone involved.