"I shouldn't have gave it to you." Of course it wasn't like he knew the kid had a problem with alcohol until after he gave it to him. He was drinking when he got there, after all. But that was beside the point. He probably should have cut them both off when he mentioned it. He hadn't been thinking all that clearly at that point but now that he was sobering up, that would have been the selfless thing to do. But since when was he ever selfless?
"Unfortunately not." He let Fisher go, but kept near enough to him that he could grab him if he started to fall again. He wasn't looking so hot right now. And here he had planned on being the one that was so drunk that he needed taking care of, not the other way around. Maybe this was better. He doubted Fisher could handle him if he really let himself get out there. He didn't know a Sasha though the mention made him curious, it just didn't seem like the right time to ask.
"I wish I could drink enough to forget, they just don't manufacture that much." He laughed, but then he shook his head and walked up to grab Fisher by the arm though not forcefully. "I've got some gum in my coat pocket you can have. As for the booze, I'm good. I'd rather not be responsible for your relapse." He already felt partially to blame that he was in the state he was in right now.
He shifted his jacket so he could grab the gum from the pocket, cinnamon, and not some fancy brand either, just regular Big Red. Of course now that he had his jacket up where he could reach them, he pulled out his cigarettes which weren't cheap or common at all. "You smoke?" He asked as he placed one between his lips and flicked his lighter to light up the end. He inhaled a deep drag and exhaled slowly, a smirk gracing his lips. "One of these days, I'll be one of those cool fire demons that can light the end of their cigarette without accidentally setting something else on fire."