Straight to the spirits, she's got to appreciate that. His toast earns a small chuckle, and the corner of her mouth tugs into a half smile as she nods, raises her own glass and taps it lightly against his. "To classiness, for sure. Nobody doing it better than us right now."

Partly to live up to that toast, and partly because she could still feel her fingers and that meant she was too sober to have this conversation, she tipped her head back and downed the rest of the liquid within it. She's drinking to get drunk though, so she follows suit and pours a (notably smaller) glass of the whiskey before sniffing the contents of the glass slightly. God, she's really not a fan, but it's that or the only slightly more pleasant wine. She swallows a mouthful, and promptly pulls a face as she scrunches her features up.

"Wow, no." She laughs, shaking her head, and sniffs it again before quickly leaning over and dumping the last of it into Jesse's glass. "You can keep that, man. Do people actually like that stuff?"