"Deal."
I don't know how Charlotte and I managed to keep it together in the hotel gift shop, but somehow we did. Either the hotel staff didn't care, or we seemed just sober enough to pass. Whatever the case, they sold us three bottles of wine, two bottles of champagne, and three bottles of tequila.
Once we got back to my room, I asked Charlotte what she wanted to start with.
She picked the champagne.
"Good choice."
I popped open the champagne bottle, but in my drunken state, I didn't think about where the cork might go. It shot across the room and shattered a mirror. Charlotte burst into laughter, which made me laugh too. I poured the champagne into plastic cups and handed her one.
"You know, it's nice to meet someone who actually appreciates champagne. That she-wolf I told you about earlier? She once told me she preferred her mate over me because he liked beer, baseball, and pizza."
"WHAT?" she exclaimed.