Alexandria grabbed the drink from him and downed it at once, pushing the empty cup into a bystander's hand before grabbing Keith for support again. Being in that drunk stage where she could only go further down instead of back up, her response to his flatters was much different than earlier. When he called her gorgeous she smiled playfully, pulled him close to her. "You... are such a tease." She managed to say, despite her tongue feeling thick and heavy. "Did you really think that no one was going to notice that you're a hottie? Huh?" Alexandria raised her brows, her hips swaying slightly to the music. "You're really killing me. I don't what to do with you." She chuckled.<br/><br/>It didn't matter whether or not you knew how to dance. Dancing at parties like hers was simple: if you were a guy, you could be as a silly as you wanted and you'd still be hot. If you were a girl, just act like a stripper and you'd be fine. That's what dancing looked like all around them and no one was paying attention to them in particular, because everybody, except Keith, was drunk.<br/><br/>"Did you meet a lot of hot girls?" She asked with a slur, giggling. "I heard them talking about you already. They really like you, Keith. You could get a girlfriend. Have you ever had a girlfriend?"