Lir really couldn’t help laughing. The man was obviously a fan of always being prepared, at least as far as booze went.
"Dare I ask how many of those you carry on you?"she asked bemusedly, tossing him the bottle as she spoke. "This is very good; it’d be a shame for you not to try it", she smirked. She wasn’t much of a drinker anyway.
Sticking the bottle back in his pocket he simply shrugs, alright so maybe the word for him might have been alcoholic but he could stop whenever he wanted. Not that he would, because he wasn't a fucking sissy. However, today it was just the one bottle. "Only this." He pats the pocket, this time removing a smoke-- if it wasn't alcohol he was supping it was a smoke being smoked. Terrible really.Â
"You talk as if I'm some kind of vendor--" He catches the bottle, "What's this?"Â
