No worries! :D
Mafalda paused inside the door and took in the scene in front of her. Well, Adrian was there. And smelling faintly of alcohol. Leaning against the mantle, beer in one hand and self-assured expression on his face, he looked like a snotty little schoolboy trying to appear older and tougher than he really was. She loved it.
"I said I would, didn't I?" She arched one elegant eyebrow as she moved further into the room. "I'm a woman of my word, when it benefits me to be so. We'll see how this night turns out and if I regret that decision."
She came to a stop in front of him, reaching out and easily taking the bottle from his hand. She held it up to her nose and sniffed, made a disgusted face, then took a drink anyway. "You're not off to a very good start. This is terrible," she informed him.