“To them.” Vogg echoed her sentiments. This was not the first time that Vogg had done shots of modern alcohol, he’d been convinced to partake before, but this time was the first time he’d ever had this particular alcohol, and he found the burn to be rather pleasant. He tossed the shot back at the table, not caring where it went or if it even broke. There was little that Vogg cared about in that moment.
He shot a look at Bee when she told him to eat, and went back to his beer. “It is a good thing, then, that I do not need to be carried anywhere.” He said before drinking a half pint in one long gulp. He had been too drunk before, he’d woken in strange places, like fields or strangers houses or other random things he’d rather not recall. Getting home was never something that Vogg found himself worried about.