i've been drinking alone

I'm not beaten by this yet

He snorted, and she laughed in reply.

"Ah, the worst ones are usually left for the bedroom."

"Well if I play my cards right, maybe I'll get to find out what they are," she replied, half-hoping it was forward enough to make him do a spit-take mid sip.

She watched him make the next drink with interest. He was right: when it came to alcohol, they probably had a lot in common. "I sure hope so," she replied with a chuckle.

Finally, her next drink was coming towards her. She took it in both hands and downed a few sips, but she didn't finish it completely for fear of being forced to hydrate more. She followed the hot bartender guy's gaze, having a feeling that he was staring at her boobs. She grinned. (Her pride and joy, right there.)

“What do I have to say to get your name?”

"What, Priestess isn't good enough for you?" she teased. "Guess it's your lucky day, because I'm giving it out for free. I'm Ingrid."

You can't tell me to regret