"Nothing wrong with being a lightweight. I can handle just about any drink, but for some reason, I can't manage so much as a half-shot of tequila without completely losing my mind."

Finn chuckled and pulled down a glass, added ice, and poured tonic water into it. He'd heard the stutter-stop of her words, but didn't push for clarification. As a bar owner, he knew that most didn't like to be pushed about what they didn't want to say.