I'd prefer not to end up dancing on the tables tonight. Someone is going to have to walk you home after this, and I'm not asking one of the other people here to chaperone us both. A date involves two people, not three.

[He takes another sip of beer to punctuate that statement, and also to hide his own smile. Okay, so this may be the makings of a disaster just waiting to happen, but she's kind of adorable when she's tipsy like this.]