Yang filled up Sveta's glass, and one for herself as well. Before taking from her own, she opened up a cabinet above the stove and fished out a rather square-ish bottle from within and popped open the top. Just about to pour the amber liquid into her soda glass, she paused, noting Ruby stealthily pushing Yang's glass away in exchange for her own. "Ruby..."<br/><br/>"COME ONE I WANNA TRY IT!" She whined. "You always say jack and coke is best coke! I want some of the jack and coke-ness."<br/><br/>"Ruby, how old are you?"<br/><br/>"Twenty...one?" She smiled broadly, Yang frowning.<br/><br/>"You're not twenty one, Ruby. Try lower.<br/><br/>"Twenty?"<br/><br/>"Lower."<br/><br/>"Nineteen?"<br/><br/>"Lower."<br/><br/>"Eighteen."<br/><br/>"Almost there. Lower." Ruby sighed.<br/><br/>"Eighteen..."<br/><br/>"Good try, but lower."<br/><br/>"Feck. Seventeen."<br/><br/>"Good. Now put my glass back."<br/><br/>"You're a tyrant. A tyrant with... ALCOHOL TYRANT!"<br/><br/>"Blame the law." Ruby huffed and walked away, singing 'breaking the law'. "Sorry about that, Sveta. Any messages from Bro-coli?"