Is that what they call peacocking? Seems Finnick is taking the word pretty literally. Rey opens her mouth at first to address the subject of her footwear, until he mentions that dreaded beverage.

"We don't drink tequila," Rey replies in a distant, empty tone, mimicking a thousand-yard-stare that may or may not be exaggerated. "Not since... the incident."

Theatrics aside, tequila really is a one-way shot to a bad time for everyone involved. Herself included.