"I don't have a shrill voice," she retorted defensively, something she never would have done had she not had a decent amount of alcohol in her. Liquor made Daphne let her guard down. Her opinions were given much more freely (and certainly much more honestly) and her emotions were actually... decipherable.
"Six? You don't find that excessive?" Six would have Daphne slurring her speech and unable to walk straight. She supposed blokes had a higher tolerance, but still... He seemed reasonably sober.