Daphne rolled her eyes. "Fine. Why have you been 'enjoying alcohol' all day long?" Or was it some sort of barbaric habit of his to drown himself in booze? It wouldn't surprise her.
"Fine," she snapped. "Take it back. It's not as if your opinion matters to me." She needed another drink, and she gestured to the bartender for another, which, in truth, she probably shouldn't have. "In fact, none of you blokes' opinions matter. You're all a bunch of egotistical, selfish, idiots anyway."