He stared at her owlishly for a moment, before sighing and pushing the bottle from him. "And I drank way too much. Rifle shot to the liver after it glanced off my armor. Lost about two thirds of it, killed my ability to drink. Probably gonna be sick later. Oh well, might be fun. Not like you, but I didn't want you drunk. Easier to talk if brain not right working. I mean not working right. You drink to be polite, I drink to try and get my inner demons to shut up. Problem is that I tend to want to break things when too drunk, and just talk when not enough.<br/><br/>And of course I succeed, I have all the power of the Summer Queen me behind. I mean behind me. So of course it won't fail due to lack of expertise. I can put enough power behind something to make it work, which is what she is learning to avoid. Any idiot can throw resources at something til it works, takes skill to use just barely enough and succeed."