Hey, it's only a waste if you're not gonna drink it.

[ everyone knows that, right? but it gives her something to do for them, and she crosses the room, almost-silent padding on bare feet over the floor until she reaches the small wardrobe where she's been keeping most of her things — including the bottle she keeps squirreled away for moments when she might need it.

moments like this one. ]

Don't have any glasses, sorry.

[ it's half-empty already, but maybe one or two sips will be all the liquid courage she needs (they need). she unscrews the top and takes a firm swig before passing it over to him, lips quirking in amusement. ]

Unless you're suddenly worried about cooties.