Really! [Everyone she knew drank. And drank to excess because alcohol was cheaper and safer to drink than water. They also drank to excess in order to cope with the stress of their weird little lives and they could at least pretend they were having a fun time. She raises her eyebrows, but nods.] Very well.

[And she is going right to that bar. And going to order a drink. And it's all going quite swimmingly until... They ask her for an ID so she can prove she's of age to drink. Not knowing what in the hell an ID was, or the drinking age or anything of that caliber, she points at Daryl.] That's my da, it's for him.

[Apparently, things are lax in the 80s, and Nancy is wandering back to Daryl with what she was told was a Gin and Tonic.] So what in god's name is an ID? They asked me for one, at the bar. Went and said this is for you, so if you don't mind having a sip and smiling at the bartender t' keep up appearances, yeah? [She pushes the drink toward him. Simply being near liquor was improving her mood, and that little sip she'd had on the way back? Doing wonders for her headache.

Not that she'd ever been incredibly emotional stable, even before the introduction of alcohol to her diet.]