[b]"I'm not a lightweight. And this isn't the good stuff, I'm only drinking it 'cause I feel I need to,"[/b] Tihlas said in his defense, downing half the next flask before stopping. The throbbing headache he had turned into a numbed ache, and he scratched a spot on his head in thought, [b]"If this was actually the good stuff, then I might just be considered a lightweight..."[/b] He admitted, the blush was as far as he'd gotten, even after finishing the second flask.

He knew she wouldn't give him her best drink, he could tell she was usually drunk off her arse most of the time and likely saved her best drinks for hard time... Or really good times.