Carrie wasn't drunk yet. She'd say she was pleasantly buzzed. If she kept going, she'd get cuddly. And she hoped to stop herself before she got really wasted, but there weren't really any guarantees. They were on vacation, after all. "Am I?" She seemed a little surprised by this. In response to his threat-promise, she grumbled slightly. "You are a stick in the mud. And when I'm hungover-" there was no if, only when, "I will do my absolute best to ignore the shit out of you." She nodded to emphasize her point.
Carrie hadn't ever seen Dick drunk. She liked the idea of it, as Dick almost never let his guard down. Getting drunk, in her head, was something other people who were not responsible Nightwing types did. "To Darke," she grinned, toasting and then taking a moment to drink. "And to the young girls everywhere that mourn his retirement. Poor things."