Normally Bryn might have been wary about being handed a brightly-coloured shot first thing in the morning, he but he trusted Melinda. Besides, from what he had seen of her so far, Melinda wasn't in any sort of state to be offering him alcohol. It was just as well - he wasn't sure how much more his liver could take after all of last night's tequila.
"S'alright," Bryn murmured, knocking back the potion in one gulp. As soon as he swallowed, his head felt a little clearer. "I remember getting hot..." He glanced at Melinda, trying to avoid staring at her legs and feeling a whole lot more aware of his shirtless state. "Just not sure how I lost the t-shirt I was wearing too."