She polishes off what she's been working on -- it'll start to hit her harder later, she's had five or six years to build up a tolerance but she's very small, there's only so much she can do about that. She hits the shot glass on the bar with a resolute smack. Boom. Done. "Yeah! You wanna go?" God knows how she's going to manage on the floor with those wings. ... probably by smacking people who get too close to her with them.