Honestly, she wouldn't want him to bang his hands on any table if he's just going to lose random bone fragments again, but the idea of sharing wild and wonderful stories with someone who might get it - that not everything is perfect and rosy in the real world - is kind of appealing. Hell, she probably won't have to yell that it's not true because she'll likely believe most of what he tells her.

"I can do ladies first, but you'd have to promise not to hold back," she countered. "None of this, 'oh, I can't, I'm too special to tell', BS." Okay, so maybe the alcohol was having a little bit of an affect.