[Did she? Honestly, if she did it's slipped out of his head already, but it's hard to feel guilty about it when his name didn't stick either.]

Ryyyyan! Ryan. Close though!

[Not really, but whatever. He knocks back the rest of his his drink to go with their toast. It's his fifth or sixth or something like that, but he's been getting exclusively whiskey sours so he's on a similar drunk level as her. Once he recovers from hitting that too fast though, he laughs.]

Woah. That's...some other night you've gotta try that, Pela. We're done, drunk buds pact, but it's reeeeal good.

[They should maybe go, before he changes his mind and decides another one is a good idea.]