At the 'bottle of the good shit', the response was just what she expected:<br/><br/><em>Send me a bottle!  Boring as shit here!</em><br/><br/>Response came from his comm, his appropriate SIN to a T.  Meanwhile her stop by a Stuffer Shack netted her a collection of high-quality synth-liquor and soy-based beer products, the best you can get on her salary and that most can get on their usual salaries.  Picking up a substantial share, Vesper would be able to head on home without being accosted, and would be free to drink herself stupid in her more-comfy-than-average apartment in one of the nicer areas of town (on the fringes of it, but nicer areas of down nonetheless)...