It's the kind of drunk that will probably greet her with a hangover in the morning, and he's familiar with it, but she snaps at him, and instead of arguing he just... stiffens.

There's no point to arguing. She's belligerent out of rejection, out of alcohol, out of the Games. Fight or fuck, two very common reactions in between all the drinking. He doesn't know how to help her when he can barely help himself half the time.

"You being drunk is not an excuse. It is a fact." She can barely stand upright!