Cyrines fingertips dance over the crates fumbling over the woodgrain, as she plucks a bottle of an unknown beverage, and shrugs, "Only if we try this one second.." she smirks at Torin.<br/>She reaches her tattooed arm out, wrapping her fingers around the neck of the bottle, she found it..strange the man felt the need to lock the door, however she didn't let the thought linger much. "I've been drunk most the day..so...if you've not 'taken advantage of' yet..I doubt you will."<br/>Cyrine unscrews the cap to the bottle, and presses the cool glass to her lips, rocking her head back and downing a large swallow. She quirks an eye as the fiery liquid burns a trail down her throat and into her stomach, righting her self, she eyes Torin. "Not that you can't try. I've got no issues tellin' ya ta take a hike. However if Anastasia shows up, feel free to shove a hand down my pants. "  She passes the bottle over.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>