God, tell me about it. [ If you don't know about her well-advertised appreciation for booze yet, Bellamy, you're definitely going to find out sooner rather than later, especially because she launches into a soft groan as soon as he makes mention of a drink. ] What I wouldn't do for a bottle of whiskey right about now.

Mmm. That too. Way more than you're estimating in your head right now. [ And even though it normally rankles her to hear that c-word, her lips quirk up in a smirk anyway. ]

Okay, so... not jailbaity. [ It makes her feel a little less creepy for the brief ogling she'd been doing. ] I'm just a handful of years older than you. As in seven.