Beau wrinkles her nose in an exaggerated, thoughtful expression. That's probably the first sign that she's had a fair amount to drink, but it's hardly definitive. She can be expressive when sober when she wants to be.

"Close enough," she decides. "I didn't want to get drunk drunk and start hogging all the alcohol." Not to insinuate that anyone else has be hoarding the drink, just that she knows her own self and her own drunk self.

She shoots him a sunny smile. "I'm a good person like that."