Drunk Nancy came in two flavors: super adorable drunk, and raging mess of emotions drunk. Luckily tonight she was the former.

Nancy holds him closer. "Holding you to it," she says, though he's going to be carrying her by the time it's time to call it a night. "But you may have'ta hold my shoes." She'd gone out in a pair of heels again, enchanted to make it significantly less painful for her. But even still nothing beat taking them off at the end of a night.