Kingsley shrugged and took the bottle from Rita. He wasn't planning on getting intoxicated, but a shot or two might help him relax. Lords knew he needed to relax right now. The alcohol burned it's way down his throat, but it was soothing. "Isn't it supposed to be..." ...birthday sex? Kingsley didn't want to voice that out loud, because he didn't want to give off the impression he wanted to have sex with her. Apparently by hinting at sex these days, it led to sex. When Rita brought up his day, Kingsley rolled his eyes and took another swig of the alcohol before handing it back to her. "I'm not telling you the intimate details of my life, Rita. But no, it has not been a good day." Kingsley lifted his weight off the bedpost, and returned to sit on his own bed.