[Aaron didn't drink often, but he'd had...uh...two, maybe three glasses of wine? He wasn't sure, actually, but his eyes were slightly shiny in the recesses of his mask and his smile was slightly broader than usual, and he gave Eric's hand a squeeze as their fingers interlaced.]
I haven't had nearly enough to drink to think I'm any good at it, but how can I say no to that?
II. and we're dancing through life
I haven't had nearly enough to drink to think I'm any good at it, but how can I say no to that?