She nods back to Stone...then nods again to herself. "To hell with it. It's been a weird enough night, and it's rare that I get drunk anymore..." With that she stands and brings the rest of the beers out, about three each. And sets a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of tequila, and a bottle of vodka down, all on the coffee table by the couch. She disappears back into the kitchen and re-emerges with three shot-glasses, and some salt and limes for anyone interested in the tequila...which she might be. Which tells you just how much she<em>doesn't</em>want to remember the Dennam murders right now.<br/><br/>"We'll worry about shit tomorrow. It's been a long day, and Stone and I got the night off tomorrow." With that she throws back the bottle of beer she'd just opened.