"Probably, as stocked as that table is. I'll be back. Again." I snort, walking to the table and pouring tequila into a cup, and pouring Jack Daniels () in another. I walk back, smirking. "Here you are, rebel."
I arch an eyebrow, laughing. "Well that went away pretty fast." I down my drink in a second, grinning. "But, I'm better." (holy crap she's a rebel!)