And maybe just a little," he smirks, "why, are you an easy drunk?" he cocks his head to the side, inquiring. I narrow my eyes at him, he knows the answer to that and he's teasing me. He became acquainted with my tolerance for alcohol on the night of Tessa's barbecue. He winks at me mischievously. I shake my head slowly side to side, "there is nothing easy about me,” I say, defensively.