Ooh, ballsy. [not to be outdone, Brooke takes a swig of her schnapps straight from the bottle. this apartment right now is the peak of class.] Do you even need bottle openers anymore? Those fangs have got to be useful for beer. Maybe you could come by more often and show them off. I don't really have that many friends who can drink.

[Brooke's always been kind of a talkative drunk. she doesn't seem too bothered by it, but she also can't make a judgment call on how Pia feels.]