Laney conceded to take his word. What else could she do? There was a glass right in front of her with the first booze she'd taste since 2014. She couldn't just pass it up at the risk of being mocked. "So, you have a sister?" Laney asked, reaching forward to gingerly take the glass from his hand. She held onto it for a moment, waiting for him to take a sip first. She might have been stupid for allowing a perfect stranger to get her alone, at night, away from a safe house. But she was still a girl. A girl who'd gone to many parties back in her day, and knew the number one golden rule: don't drink anything you didn't see being poured. But, as that rule didn't really apply to the current situation, Laney made her own rule: don't drink anything unless someone else drinks it first-- and lives.
"Cheers," she responded, raising her glass and clinking it with him. Then, she hesitated. She watched him drink a considerable amount, cough a few times-- which she was secretly thankful for-- and then he was quiet. Well. He was still alive and kicking. Laney decided it was okay. "Cheers," she repeated, raising her glass this time to her lips, wishing she was holding her nose as the warm liquid ran across her tongue and down her throat. It tasted like lighter fluid. Or what she imagined lighter fluid to taste like, anyways. She drank until she downed as much as him, and then stopped, her gag reflex threatening to kick in. She forced herself not to let it show, only letting her face scrunch up, followed by a few of her own short coughs.
"Fuck. So that's cognac, huh?" She smacked her lips together a few times. The taste lingered, and it was making her mouth a little tingly. "You like this?" The quirked an eyebrow at Ollie. Oh, the things you could find out about someone from the booze they drank. If Ollie liked cognac, then he probably had expensive tastes. And was maybe compensating for something, or liked to look suave. Or... was one of those people who liked to impress others. Of course, she was fully aware that it might have just been the first thing he stumbled across, but still. It was fun to try and figure him out based on the alcohol. For Laney, she liked vodka. Plain and simple, straight to the point. No flavors, no fancy bottles. Just vodka. What you got was exactly what you were staring at. Although sometimes, she liked Disaronno.
"What proof is this?" She didn't want to sit there and just drink glass after glass until she got drunk. She wanted to have a little fun with it. But Laney wasn't going to suggest a drinking game if they were drinking anything with more than forty percent alcohol in it. That was her limit.