Fallon rolled her eyes at his chuckle whilst simultaneously making room for him to join her. She wasn't made of gold, after all, and he had wasted over half her beer. Were she not hakf drunk herself, she might've questioned whether or not it was appropriate to accept a drink from a witness (a witness that caused her a never ending headache at that). However, she was drunk and happy, and one beer never hurt anyone.

"It was definitely your fault, you oaf," she chided, not thinking before using the nickname she had given him on the train. Fucking hell.