The big skunk nods his head, downing two of the bottles in a gulp a piece, letting out a deep growl as he shivers some. His body processes alcohol in an... odd fashion, as would become evident in a few moments, a light heat radiating from beneath his shaggy fur, even as he lets out a low churr of approval. On the plus side, whatever his musk is made of, it seems to be diluted by the increased heat of his body, taking him down from eye-watering to 'fresh from a brothel'. "Hrrrrmh... that's good, almost reminds me of home."<br/><br/>He sniffs the air, then turns to look at the small female beside him, he makes a face, then another face, both of which are nigh unreadable, but perhaps bordering on mild interest. He mumbles something under his breath that might have been 'one of those?' before he decides to continue being a lazy bastard and go back to drinking his tasty rotgut. "Well, the convenience store I run isnt very... convenient anymore, what with so few people having money and all. And after the fourth or so time, beating the stuffing out of would-be robbers lost its charm."