He nodded to himself, going first to the Bar, unlatching it and taking out a Whiskey glass and the appropriate bottle.  He set them on a tray, pouring the first glass for her, and bringing them to her, he set them down and turn back to close the cabinet. "Do you remember how the side got broken?" He asked quietly, almost in a whisper like a longing memory. He ran his hand down it, feeling the panel that his own father had  screwed on to the side. They had been young, old enough to be curious about alcohol, but not old enough to understand what it would do.<br/><br/><br/>He turned back, and was faced with not this current Thorn, but one from his past. The same one that he had gotten drunk so long ago.<em>She sat on the couch across from him, looking at the glass in her hand. Her head came up, looking at him with worry and wonder. He smiles back, nodding  to the young girl as she raided it to her lips, the first taste of alcohol she had ever had. IT had run quickly through her body, making her silly and messing her senses . She hadn't been able to stand afterward, staggering towards him into his arms, leaning up and kissing his lips before slumping back down. He had carried her to the basement, laid her on the bed down their and then gone to work on finishing up some projects at the next table over.</em><br/><br/>Flashing back to the present, he  stood, pulling thorn up into his arms and carrying her down the stairs once  more into the basement. She made mild protests, but he  forced passed them, setting her down once more upon reaching the basemen room. Quietly, without looking at her, he said in a low whispered Voice, "do you remember?"