[ it might not be nearly as offensive if she becomes aware that Bigby is a self-given name, but alas, he has avoided mistakes so far this evening and they don't have to worry about such a conversation happening. yet.

when she mentions how liquor should be saved for later in the evening, he smirks, tapping his thumb along the table before leaning back to give her another once-over. ]

Sure. And before dinner. Hell, before lunch if it's one of those days.

[ he hasn't really required a reason or celebration to drink in the past. it's almost strange when he actually has one. either way, the server presents the two of them with two tall glasses shortly enough, filled almost to the brim and foaming on the top. Bigby picks up and brings it to his mouth before realizing he should probably toast or something, so he instead tips it her way. ]

Here's to getting signed up for random dates without knowing and hopes that our drinks are free and not shitty.