"I like you, too. A lot," she bubbled. "I've thought about kissing you before," she confessed. "When I was sober, I mean. I like you." Stopping probably wasn't a bad thing, really. She didn't know how to get carried away.
"I'm tired, though. And sort of dizzy. I've never been dizzy while I was sitting down. Oh!" It was like their game. Had Hawke been dizzy while she was sitting down? The game was probably over, though. If Merrill drank any more, her body would probably shut down. As it was, she slid forward over the table, resting her cheek on her arm and looking up at Hawke. "You're pretty."