It's no use - the seed of doubt has been planted, or however non-drunk people phrase that nowadays. It's hard to ignore it, now.

Still, Cordelia makes an effort to, anyway. She grins at Fred, picks up her mudslide and drinks from it. "Uh-huh," she says. "Tonight is for getting ourselves shitfaced drunk. We can go back to worrying about our sucky lives tomorrow."