Cheerilee glares at Anon as he reaches the table. Her cheeks are a bit rosy, and although there is a bit of color to Anon's cheeks, it isn't quite as pronounced as Cheerilee's. There are three shot glasses at the table, only one of which is within reach of the tired teacher. Anon sits across from her, where the other two glasses are. An empty bottle of whiskey sits in the middle of the table, its contents having already been hastily consumed by the bickering pair.