Tom was also quiet as he followed after. He didn't say really a word as he shoved his hands in his pockets of his jackets. He kept on looking around as he wondered how much further the bed and breakfast. He hoped not too far. A little whisky is what the male could use right now. He looked around once they were in the b&b. Still, no words came from Tom. He was confused of what he dad say. He wasn't quite sure what language he spoke, or what he was even saying. He tried to hear it the best he could, but couldn't well make it what he said. Again, it was in some language Tom hadn't had a clue. He was curious of what it was. Ah, the male had to ask him, but he didn't know if he should. Maybe latter.<br/><br/>Tom then took a shot of the whisky. He felt it burn the back of his mouth as he set the glass down. That could definitely wake you up in the morning. It was strong. " Thanks, man. " He said, as he looked over at him. He swallowed as he could still feel the burn in the back of his throat. It would soon go away anyways. He placed one of his hands in his pockets as he looked at his glass. He looked at the empty glass before pushing it sightly up. He didn't know if he could even handle another shot. It would again burn the back of his throat.<br/><br/>( Alright. )