I, for one, am perfectly willing to trust you enough to let you get me drunk whenever you like. You know. For Science. Although I claim no responsibility for happens - the last time you bought me a drink I think I danced on a table.
You're incredibly sweet, Cass. And in an effort to not fangirl maintain any semblance of ladylikeness, I shall not discuss other things I've inspired lately. :D
Shouldn't your adorable-in-glasses-self be off getting molested, and not talking to me?