Surprisingly, Joanie liked beer. Her parents had never been beer drinkers - her dad was a wine snob and her mom didn't like any drink that didn't come with an umbrella - but her uncle had. Summers with Aunt and Uncle Zuckerman as she was a curious teen had lead to Joanie developing a taste for liquid bread. It was simple, clear, and something you could get almost anywhere. Overall, a good thing in Joanie's book.
As he mentioned not getting to use the stakes, she frowned. "Damn. I'm sorry." And she meant it, in a way. Though Joanie was certain that Aiden was an asshole, she didn't think he was crazy. Well. She didn't think he was psychotic. If he, outside of being Van Helsing, actually believed that this Dracula guy needed to die, then she wasn't going to ask questions. She wouldn't condone it, and she certainly wouldn't get any more involved than she already was, but she wasn't about to interfere.
His question made her shrug. "Watched a shitty movie with a friend. Fell asleep on the couch. Woke up normal." A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she thought about it. She wasn't sure if that would ever happen again, now that she had probably scared Russell shitless with Micah's paranoia. Rolling her wrist, she pressed the bottle to her lips again and took another long drink.