"Probably. That's highly reassuring." Meredith would probably give her a thrashing for doing something so foolish at the very least, and that was provided she had an adequate excuse that didn't involve Bethany or Cullen. "Well, at least it's good to know there will always be one person who doesn't fall all over themselves for me."

She snorted. "If your nose and lips go numb, you won't be one to talk about being giggly." He wouldn't be the first or the last to tease her for it. "That's an idea. Spot each other, make sure no one's too far gone or too sober. I like that."

Surprised at the question, her eyes turned to his face and found his attention elsewhere, possibly on purpose. She looked back at the bottle in her grip. "Laugh, probably." She winced; that came out wrong. "Not at you. At myself, for thinking it was such a splendid idea to say right in the middle of the Gallows." It wasn't the ideal place to throw a proposition like that out in the open. It wasn't one of her smarter decisions. Something else was on the tip of her tongue and she debated actually saying it. She took another sip of the brandy and then set it down between her feet, keeping it still with her boots. "And I probably would have had to restrain myself from doing something even more foolish right then and there."