She could use the excuse she's drunk herself, but at most, she's barely tipsy. This isn't alcohol on parade here. It's all Angela and her terrible behavior. It's what's making her press forward into him first, and then into his hand on her ass. His hum is what breaks her out, though, and she pulls back just enough to break the kiss, just a bit breathless.

"Easy, tiger. You still haven't told me what you want." She has an idea that's beginning to be a little more obvious, but she never took him for that kind of person before so she doesn't push it forward any. Or better yet, she doesn't want to get her hopes up.