She didn't mind at all, shifting slightly to accommodate the position, leaning forward and resting an elbow on his knee and sniffing at the bag.

"Don't hold me in suspense. Its not like I need an excuse to play dirty, but I'm about to the point where if I don't feel a good burn somewhere I'm gonna start flippin' tables," she grunted, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at the sack.

"Just tell me you're not a strictly whiskey kinda guy."