She giggles (actually giggles) and makes a couple swipes at the bottle, testing it. There's still a good deal left, this'll lay her out for the rest of the day, but there's more in the cabinet for him to enjoy, so he can spend the next hour playing catch-up.
"To the victor the spoils," she says, and knocks it back.
She can't chug like she used to - it takes a few attempts to finish the whole thing - but she does it and slams the bottle back down.
"YEAH," she says, louder than necessary, then slumps down in a happy puddle, pointing vaguely at the kitchen. "All right. Gooooget yerslf s'more. I'm not gon' be this drunk by mySELF."
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"To the victor the spoils," she says, and knocks it back.
She can't chug like she used to - it takes a few attempts to finish the whole thing - but she does it and slams the bottle back down.
"YEAH," she says, louder than necessary, then slumps down in a happy puddle, pointing vaguely at the kitchen. "All right. Gooooget yerslf s'more. I'm not gon' be this drunk by mySELF."