Lucille's slim fingers curled around the glass, letting the chill cool her hands- She sighed, just a little, as she pressed it to her face, relishing how it *felt*...Then sipped, again, feeling the warm spirit course down her throat. "Of course," the lovely witch giggled- Flashing the orc a fetching smile. "-I won't have it *any* other way."<br/><br/>She tipped her head back, to look at him, lifting her glass in a toast- "To next time," she purred- Though of course, the next morning would have her on her Gunner's Broom, flying for the site...