*You’d had a long day, and what better way to end it than a good drink? Or two.. or a few more. When you had some alcohol in you, though, it seemed to make you more quiet or calm, rather then loud and obnoxious, like it would to most people. Husker handed you another drink.*

Husk: “I gotta give it to ya. You’re pretty bearable when you’ve got some alcohol in ya..”

*Without realizing it, you replied with:* “And you’re pretty cute when I’ve got alcohol in me..”

*You just half drunkenly flirted with the barkeep, and didn’t even notice. Husker’s expression shifted to a surprised and confused look.*