[ Veronica goes about getting a pair of clean glasses and then carries everything over to where the boy in seated on her couch, pushing his legs out of the way with a quiet 'move.' as she brushes by him to sit on the opposite end of the couch. ]

I knew it last night, I'm sure but half-priced tequila shots really does a number on my memories. You know how that goes, right? [ She fills the two glasses with both champagne and orange juice, holding one out to him with a grin. ]