Is he kidding? She used to drink with John Constantine. Her liver had a very high tolerance.
She grinned at him as she picked up the fruity sugar drink, winked at him then drank it down, setting the empty glass back on the table before putting her chin back into her hand with a challenging spark in her eyes and a smirk curling her lips.
"You ordered the champagne. I didn't want to make the poor man linger there."