"No, you're sitting down." she said, and with a hand - she was stronger than she looked - she forced him back onto his stool "Eight shots, ninety-five proof high-end whiskey, you're not going anywhere unless I take you, and I'm not taking you anywhere yet.  Now, you said something about 'asserting your maleness' now?  Didn't you just say something about getting past that binary mindset and all that new-age jargon?  It might be the drink, but you're being kind of contradictory don't you think?"