"You're supposed to drink with other people, y'know - you didn't get Jeff drunk, did you?" Vash replied with a deceptively light tone that was utterly different from his words, and then he backed off a bit, biting his lip. "Your room's all the way on the other wing, right? That's kind of far..."
Ignoring questions was not the norm for the Stampede - but, well, this night was already turning out pretty strange.