"I prefer Merlot always. Unless you've got a nice Beaujolais hidden somewhere on your person." She leans forward ever-so slightly and looks him up and down, pretending to check for a bottle. "Ah, nope, doesn't look like you do. Suppose I'll just have to settle for your company sober, Mister...?"


[ooc: NP. My area of expertise are reds, since that's what I enjoy. c:]