Wash followed north as he went into the canteen he spotted the bottle on the table and inspected it. He sat down removed his helmet and poured a glass. Alaska was hesitant at showing her face but eventually came around. And poured herself a glass she wasn’t much for drinking as she knew she was a bit of a light weight, but she still went for it. When North toasted to the mission the siblings followed suit. [b]“To ever more future missions”[/b] Wash added, [b]“And to a load more dead bad guys”[/b] Washington sipped his glass and put it down, whilst Alaska who’d been on ration packs for quite a while hadn’t had whiskey in some time. She downed the glass. She put the glass down with some force, [b]“Son of a bitch!”[/b] She exclaimed coughing, [b]“That was some fucking strong stuff, I think my throat is on fire.”[/b]. Washington couldn’t help but laugh as he got up to get some water. [b]“Drink this, you’ll be fine”[/b] he said presenting the water to her. She downed the water but it seemed to make no difference. [b]“Flipping hell Doc what was that?” [/b]