Reno blinked. He blinked, and he stared, and he was making his best damned effort to not laugh aloud, right then. Instead of laughing, he was going to give her a squeeze, and bury his face in her shoulder, and hope that the shaking of his shoulders as he suppressed a snicker would be missed. She was very drunk. It was possible, maybe sorta perhaps.

Damn, she somehow managed to be a cute drunk, too.

It took a moment for him to recover, but eventually he did manage to look up, stick out his tongue, and catch his breath.

"Maybe later, yo. An' then when you got your aim back, that means I can bite back, too."