Her explanation left him curious, but Aaron wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, he gave a facial shrug and took up one of the tiny bottles of Jack Daniels. "You're not having any," he agreed, screwing off the cap. "And yeah," he said with a smirk as he lifted the bottle to his lips, "you are."
It'd been a while since the last time he'd had anything other than beer to drink, but she was right; they were tiny bottles. He'd have to drink a ton for them to hit him, really, wouldn't he? Two or three wouldn't hurt much, he supposed. "What did you have in mind, then? To talk about?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her and knocking back the whole of the bottle like it was a shot, complete with a grimace and a surprised outward huff at the burn of it. "Damn," he laughed, putting the bottle back down and reaching for another, full one.