I definitely at least brought it up to her that my alcohol intake is my business. She had a way of roping me back into whatever she wanted me to do for a while though.
I think I managed to really piss her off and show myself her true colors last week. I had pretty much lost any fucks I still gave after she played the "let's move in/'nah, let's not" game. Started staying at my apartment, drinking and not coming to hers when she asked me to. Asperger's was the culprit all along since I obviously didn't care about her feelings enough to realize that she didn't want me to have any space. Good thing there's no cure for Asperger's.