It wasn't the first time she'd heard that exact promise, and Deb couldn't help but give the drunk a slightly skeptical look, but she was going to hope that she actually knew herself well enough for it to hold true. She really didn't want to mop up puke tonight.
This was easily the strangest proposition she had ever received from a drunk before, it left her not entirely certain what to do or how to react to the situation. "Are you always so touchy-feely when you get drunk?" Deflecting seemed as good as anything else she could come up with, mostly because the only friend she really had was Wyatt and this was.. not how they'd become friends. "You're acting like one of the drunk sorority chicks now. You gonna start asking if you're pretty next?"
It wasn't that she didn't want to be friends, she just didn't know how to deal with this particular level of drunken friendliness. "Stop pulling my hair, asshole!" This time she swatted with her empty hand. "What would we even do?"