Maybe one drink. Make the night go faster. What's the harm in that.<br/><br/>She leaned back over, fished out the whiskey again, and poured herself a small amount - probably half what she had put in Dainya's cup. Picking it up, she saluted the little halfing, and for good measure, the knight beside her. On the other side of the bar, Tupper shook his head as she tilted the cup back.<br/><br/>Oh. It burned. And what was that taste? Maybe Orcish whiskey was actually made of orcs. Laura didn't have the same tolerance for drinking that the little thief had. She almost doubled over coughing. Wow.