Ali smiled as she heard Warren's voice and the offer of another drink. She stood up and wiped her hands on her jeans before taking the glass from him. She took a sip and smiled at the warmth it created as the liquid ran down her throat. The burn had always been why she chose liquor over beer or wine, she loved it. "Maybe I will come back. I like them, too."<br/><br/>She stepped over to the fence to lean against it as she nursed her drink and then opened the gate to walk out of the pen, she locked it and had just a slight problem with the mechanism. Ali just thought she might have maybe had a bit too much to drink and the thought that Warren had slipped something into her drink never passed through her mind. Still, she finished her drink. God, she was getting really tired for some reason. She tried to hide it because she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of him, but it wasn't terribly difficult to see that she was now unable to walk very straight.