"I guess I was just expecting it to be strong." Or he was just a really good liar. Glad that they wouldn't be drinking the hard stuff, he smirked when she handed him the bottle. He messed around with it at first, pretending he couldn't open it and making a big show of effort when he really wasn't exerting any energy at all. Finally, with a big loud huff, he positioned his index finger under the cap and with the help of his thumb flicked the cap open with such strength that the beer threatened to spill out once the pressure inside the bottle was gone.
"Much better," he said, handing it back over to her. "Whose driveway was it, do you know? People are here are fucking weird, you know? They might collect a DNA sample of your spit and blame you for ruining their perfect cobblestone driveway or whatever." Not that it mattered to her. He knew she laughed in the face of getting into trouble. But he still didn't like it when she got punished for doing stuff like that. He didn't even want to think of what awaited them after this little episode.