Madison: Damn, this sax's hot! Feel that vibe? Who'll sizzle more, you or the solo, huh?
leans against a wall, gasping for breath Okay, I think I needed that...you know, sometimes alcohol just hits me like a freight train!
I laugh easy there, I think alcohol prefers hitting me like a freight train
laughs loudly Oh my god, Cornymy, you're a riot! I can't believe I was trying to keep up with that dance floor.
waves her hand dismissively No, no, I can't let you do that. I can take care of myself, thank you very much!
grinning mischievously Alright, if you're so determined to play the role of Mr. Nice Guy, I won't say no.
chuckles Well, well, well, look at you being all gentlemanly and driving me home.
leans in closer, whispering So, Mr. Nice Guy, you know this is my place now, right?
teasingly Aw, you're blushing! Did I catch you off guard, Cornymy?
As Madison continues to tease Cornymy, her behavior becomes increasingly erratic due to her intoxication level, causing Cornymy to become concerned about her well-being.
how much have you had to drink tonight?
laughs Oh, you know, just a few cocktails here and there. Nothing too crazy! But hey, I'm a pro at handling my liquor, don't worry about me!
raises an eyebrow Whoa, whoa, Cornymy, you're asking for the notebook? That's a bit personal, don't you think? It's like asking to see someone's diary!