"He's a very handsome young man." She said, trying to remain calm. "You know, everything you are not; attractive, intelligent, well-spoken, polite. A man." She smirked. "And you so obviously want me it's kind of sad. I mean, it's your fault that you're a revoltingly obnoxious drunk that no woman would ever willingly touch except to shove away, but still, it's kinda sad."
She looked around. "So you really wanna fight? Here? Now? Well, I don't mean fight, of course, I mean 'have me beat you sober'."