Her brain turned that phrase over for a beat before she took his beer away from him, downing what was left in the bottle. Which wasn’t much.
“The prettiest darn princess I’ve ever seen.” She said, setting the empty bottle aside. “I’m calling it, big guy. You’ve had enough.”
“Hey, that’s my prettier drink. Why did you take it?” he whined trying to grab it back from her, but missed. His arm falling on the empty spot where the drink was laying down.
“Damn right I am. Now where is my tiara?!” he shouted, the drinks taking full effect on him at this point. “Noooooo, eyes need more pretty drinks.” he begged, pouting towards the blonde.