Laney watched him, visibly impressed that he managed not to make a sick looking face after it. Honestly, she thought the stuff tasted like ass, but she didn't think alcohol was supposed to taste good. It was just supposed to make you drunk, wasn't it?
"Wow. I took a big sip of that earlier on my walk over here, and I almost choked. I spit it out on someone's driveway." She pulled out one of the beers. It was a bottle, but they didn't have a bottle opener for the caps. "Can you open this?" She handed it to Alfie. He probably wouldn't have a problem with his strength. If the bottle opened when someone grew five years in age, then Laney wouldn't have had a problem. But it didn't, so she did.