[Excuse him? She makes a face as she downs her whiskey, then sets the empty glass on the bar. Okay wow that’s a bit strong. Not sure why.]

You won’t. Don’t worry about it. [She flippantly waves her hand at him.] I can get home just fine. [Pause.] If you wanted to come to my place you could’ve just asked. [The way she says it - there’s no sarcasm there. Wendy’s utterly casual.

She looks his way, her expression quite unreadable. Possibly bored? Unless that’s just all the alcohol making her eyelids droop.]