Kate was just getting over a fit of laughter, wiping tears off her cheeks with her wrists and looking at her glass as Alec poured more wine. They were facing each other, sitting around the minuscule kitchen table, in the spiny bar stools.
‘I think it’s safe to assume rum and dark beer would be too much for you about now”, he added slyly, scratching the back of his head.
‘Na-ah! I can hold my liquor just fine, thank you.’ Playful smugness tattooed all over her face.
‘Is that so?’
‘It is.’
‘Oh, is it?’
Kate crossed her arms and legs and fought the urge to smile. She then said between her teeth:
‘You underestimate my power, young padawan.’