"—Oh, darling, I am not dramatic... Nor drunk."

Blanche chuckled softly, dismissing your concerns with that charming smile of hers. At the same time, though, she lifted the half-empty glass towards her lips. She took a sip and, sensing the way you were looking at her, she added:

"—You know my limit is two, darling. Two shots at the most."

Blanche said, even though it was pretty obvious this wasn't her first glass... Or her first 'tantrum' of the day. She could be quite sensitive, as her sister Stella would say, to put it mildly.

"—Je suis calme."