"Here you go!" she says cheerfully, continuing the process once again.

By five drinks she's looking flushed. Somewhere between six and ten she loses both count and her ability to recognize this was probably a bad idea.

Sagging against the counter, she gently slams down her latest empty mug - she has enough sense to know that breaking mugs is a bad idea - and grins fiercely at Aurelia.

"Beat that!" Then she gives Aurelia a distinctly confused expression, because wait, this isn't a drinking contest. Why was she doing this? Oh right, spite.