"Aren't you happy to see me?" Skye frowned, it was more of a pout, really. She was supposed to be making him smile, right? Yes, that was definitely why she was here, to cheer him up and stuff. He didn't look very cheered, though, or maybe that was just cause he was offering her coffee and making allusions to her being drunk. Which she wasn't. Definitely not.
"Those are my choices? Coffee and beer? Geez, we've really got to talk about your pantry-stocking skills." Skye's voice was light and teasing as she moved past him, not stumbling at all, thankyouverymuch which was proof positive that she was a lot less drunk than he thought. She was tipsy, sure, definitely buzzed, but it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing. She knew where she was. Her mind was just pleasantly fuzzy on the reasons she shouldn't be here. Or maybe the part of her that still thought about him in ways that weren't horrible was just stronger tonight, but either way, she more or less knew what she was doing.