This evening, I was starving.
You know what sounds good? Soup from that Italian place. You could sit at the bar and just have one glass of wine while you wait and one with your soup. Wine is good with soup. You can stop at two. Nothing bad can happen if you just drink a couple. Come on, soup and wine will be a relaxing dinner, and then you can just go home. No harm done.
I started to go sit at the bar and have soup and iced tea just to tick the beast off, but I decided that I didn't even want any of that overpriced soup. I had a delicious veggie sandwich and chips.
I've noticed that the beast is trying to get sneaky by not leading with the suggestion of alcohol. It's also really hung up on wine. I guess it can't find a clever and seemingly harmless way to suggest drinking vodka from the bottle.