Chanel takes a long sip of her coffee, unbothered by the jab, and very secure in her decision. She raises one eyebrow and gives Presley a once-over that looks a lot more judgey than it actually is. "Darling, I think we've all consumed more than enough liquid calories tonight, don't you?"

Words aside, she doesn't sound like she regrets a single one. And she won't, at least until tomorrow, when all that sugar returns to haunt her as a headache. But that's absolutely tomorrow's problem.