[These drinks are a lot sweeter in flavor -- more like a dessert than the citrus-y screwdrivers. He finishes his off in two big gulps and glances at her sideways, offering her a small smile and a nod.]

I'm pretty sure I'm the last person on the barge who has any business telling someone else they need to be mature.

[He grimaces though, at her admittance. Damn.]

Yeah and it...would be starting to have an effect by now I think. [It is on him. He's feeling a little unsteady on his feet, and his eyes are a bit glassy.]