He finds he kind of likes the way she fiddles with his hair, if the way he ducks a little towards her is any indication. He offers her a smile back, somehow managing to be flattered and awkward at the same time. It's the alcohol in her, he thinks, and it makes him drink more of his own.

Any awkwardness is interrupted when he laughs at her quip at snowboarders. "I would trip over my pants if I wore them too loose."

He reaches out like he's fueled by her bravery and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. "You don't seem to have that problem, and you're not a skier."