[It was clear that D.D. was a swing and a miss when two glasses were set down and a bottle of booze he wasn't certain that he liked the look of. She would, of course, buy the potent stuff, and this wasn't exactly an establishment where asking for a glass of water seemed like it would go over well. Right, frequent trips to the bathroom it was going to be.]

I know. Drunk marriage proposal never end well.

[He picked up the glass and threw it back because the alternative was to make him look like a coward, and he wasn't that. It burned, and he gave a little involuntary cough as heat settled in his belly and yes, it was going to be a long night.]

Besides, if I drink much of this, you might be pushing me in a shallow ditch to sleep the night away.