Freya frowned at the wino and his attempt to touch up her room-mate, "Bad drunk! No booze!" she scolded with the appropriate use of a wagging finger and beetled brows.<br/><br/>Once they were inside she scooped up one of the plastic shopping baskets provided and headed straight for the back where the alcoholic beverage fridges were. "Ladies, fit booze detectors. Set for 'drunk as skunks' and have at it with impunity. You may grab drinkies when ready."<br/><br/>She herself set about picking up a pair of bottles of the cheapest Champers in the place, a pair of bottles of the cheapest vodka that the store had to offer and a six pack of an ale. The ale was from her native united kingdom and bore the unlikely name of 'Cunning Stunts' With so much booze already in the basket Freya was forced into carrying the thing with both hands, her t-shirt, ripped off before its prime as it was, rode up a little higher at this revealing a little more skin that it had been around her midriff. "Anyone else want anything boozy? I know this seems like a lot, but we don't have to drink it all tonight right?" She suddenly had that 'I've remembered something important all of a sudden yet I have my hands full of booze' look on her face, "Oh! M, could you grab some juice? Like one of the cans of frozen stuff or two or three? For the sparkling champaign knockoff. Make it more drinkable." She glanced down at the basked in her arms. "And yeah, I know, the cheap vodka tastes terrible. That's what the second brita filter machine in the fridge that I put 'do not use with water' all over is for. Apparently if you filter the cheap stuff past charcoal, it comes out real smoooooth. Having read it on the internet it has to be true right? We have to try this. And I have to pay for this before my arms drop off, do we need anything else?"