Merrill picked up one of the many shot glasses on the table and knocked it back, getting it all in one drink. She was getting better at this. She still made a face, but it wasn't as bad as it used to be.
"Okay, so I try to make you drink now?" She put the empty glass down. "Okay. I have never.. Battled an Arishok and won." Yes, hers would probably be flattering. She thought very highly of Hawke.