"Real women drink their bourbon straight," she smirks as she watches him go to pour them both a drink. She'll accept one from him, but she learned awhile ago to be careful when Nina is controlling the drinks- she has such a heavy hand, it's near-impossible to not get completely sloshed.

She smiles her thanks as she takes the glass offered to her. She laughs at the mock toast and lightly clinks her glass against his own before taking that first, burning sip of her bourbon.

"I don't." Stated for the record, but there's still a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.