He took the image with a blink, as if it was there one second then not the next. Had she always looked a little flushed from her drinks? He didn't know. The whiskey clouded a bit of his judgment. When she asked him to escort her too her room he nodded standing and paying the bill. He took her hand again and lead her back too the inn to her door. "You might want to lay down. Whiskey isn't as strong as Vodka but you will still get hit with it in the morning." He said.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hangover tomorrow. Awesome.</span>