[ She can see that, unable to help her laughter as her teeth bash lightly against the rim of the bottle. Woops. ]

Oh, not at all, Mr. Mystery. That's what I love about you, [ she teases right back-- yeah, she's drunk, topless and a little brave. Besides, she promises herself she'll pull back if he reacts anything but well. ] I never know what you're thinking.

[ But she's still in jest as she sneaks in nearer, before whispering loudly in his ear, a little too inebriated for the concept of quiet: ]

Are you gonna get 'em? That 'someone in particular'? They're not gonna kiss themselves.

[ ... Obliviously. ]