"No buts," she leaned down to stare him directly in the eyes. "Look Night, Wind has an alcohol problem and we can't have you go acting on your own ideas in how to deal with it. I mean, he said he was going to sell those bottles; that's one less we can get cash for later on. I don't know why you didn't think things through Night," she growled into her hand; Night had just made dealing with a sobering Wind Breaker that much more possibly problematic. "Did you at least remember to do what you went out for?"