By the time, Bree had come over, Ali's head was slightly spinning because she'd barely eaten that entire day and add the whiskey/coke, the beer and the triple shot of whiskey to an empty stomach, that pretty much equaled half near drunk for Ali. She knew how to keep her composure while drunk, at least enough for their new boss not to be able to tell that she was. She let out a deep breath as they got outside.<br/><br/>"I told him I thought he was cute and that I wanted to get to know him, Bree. He thought I was playing wingwoman, or what the hell ever, for you and he left because apparently I can't...I can't think he's cute." Ali was slurring her speech just a little bit and knew that what she'd done when they were teenagers was about to slip out any second now. They got into Bree's car and she started driving them home.