"I didn't drink em all, Babsy." If Roy had been sober, he would have remembered that Babs preferred not to be called that, but seeing as he was quite drunk he wasn't really aware of exactly what he was saying, for the most part. "There's plenty to share...." Draining his bottle, he tossed the bottle onto the ground then picked up his bow again and notched an arrow, squinting at the bottles, which remained intact on the picnic table, "Damn bottles...keep missing em..." He pulled back on the bow, attempting to aim even though he was seeing double the number of bottles that were actually lined up on the table.