Mindy's face reflects the disbelief she feels that Luke wouldn't be bombarded with compliments constantly pretty clearly. He's fucking gorgeous, and she's about to say as much when she realises she's already said so three or four times and she's not even that drunk. "Oh, boy," she says, looking at the rim of her glass. "Alright, so I just had what can only be described as the worst night ever. Titanic bad. I mean, hell, even Jack and Rose had each other, you know? But anyway. My point is, I think that we should sleep together. Just, you know, a one time thing. No strings attached. Tonight. If you want."