How many drinks, do you think? I mean, including the two you had at home, before the bar. Y’know, when you stood there, alone in the kitchen with the bottle in your hand, and calmly decided to make a mistake?

Was it… seven? It could have been more. (It was more.)

How many drinks before you washed away that decision?

Go ahead. Say it. Cast the spell, you little witch.

Say the magic words and make it all my fault.