"The studio sounds good," Scott replied, simply grabbing some glasses and gathering the various bottles into his arms to carry downstairs.  He glanced out the glass door to see the other guy had made himself comfortable, giving a light shrug, figuring someone would be along soon enough to keep him company.  Right now a friend was in need, and she was the priority.<br/><br/>Heading down into the studio, he managed to get to the table and get the bottles sat down and situated before he went about pondering what he wanted to drink first.  Finally settling on the tequila, he poured them each a bit in their glasses and handed hers off to her, raising his in toast.  "To life, and it's unexpected little kicks in the ass," he joked before downing his shot and giving his head a quick shake to clear it as the liquor left an all too familiar burn in his throat and chest.  "Mmm...good stuff."