"You might wanna slow your roll just a little," the redhead drawls. Are there two of her? That's a miser's trick, it is. Not that Renee has a clue how drunk he actually is. She's put a booted foot up on the bench he tried to sit on, one elbow resting on that knee, and grinning like the Cheshire cat. Because hey, watching people unable to hold their liquor? That's kinda funny.

"Also, you might wanna be careful. We might not make it back here, and if you break the bottles after we get back to the train, wouldn't that suck?" Even if she didn't usually drink, she wasn't the type to be zero tolerance of those who did, either.