"I don't need any more alcohol." A little wine was more than enough, in point of fact, and if she was planning on actually getting laid at any point this evening, playing chicken with her liver wasn't actually going to help accomplish that goal. "And I can stop at a café on my way home tomorrow."

(Was it still considered a walk of shame if you were that pleased with yourself?)

"I really think whoever designed whatever I am should've thought about including some kind of improved healing," she added, rolling her shoulders back against the chair.