"What do you mean that wasn't you? You mean you didn't put my grog there, either?" Chester asked, nodding towards the shelf where he had found the now half-empty bottle. As Lina mentioned the spider, Chester froze. "S-Spider?!" He asked. Before swallowing, hard, his skin turned pale as he looked down onto his foot. And sure as shit, there was something small enough to be a spider on his leg. He shook it ,trying to get the thing off of his boot. "Get off!" 

It didn't take. His face turned from frozen to angry, "I said, Get off of me!" Chester shouted. his foot blurred for a second, as Chester kicked the air, while vibrating his leg, sending anything on it off of it. 

In the next moment, he went for his drink again, finding it to be gone. "Lina, did you take my drink?"