Sure, O'Brien drank too. Usually only on the days that ended with a 'Y'. Well, okay, he'd have a drink or two to unwind back before the apocalypse. Since then, he hadn't had nearly as much whiskey in his system, and he hadn't had any trouble with it. So alcoholic, he was not. At least in his opinion. But it was nice to have a good drink every now and then, what with so many zombies and issues running amok causing a shit-ton of stress.
But as Ellie has suspected, O'Brien hadn't had a drink in a couple of days, surprisingly enough. He finally ran out of the two bottles of whiskey he had gotten from Leah and Charlie, and he hadn't cared to look for any more just yet.
The movie night had gone off without too much of a hitch. There may have been old-crappy-projector issues part of the way through the first DVD, but one couldn't really complain these days. It was nice enough just to get to see a part of any movie, really. But the fact that it had been Back to The Future made it a thousand times better. He hoped Luke had enjoyed it. It was a sort of timeless classic, right? How could anyone, regardless of the era, not like it?? Seriously.
And yeah, after he'd packed the projecter and stuff back up for safe keeping, he sat down to color himself to sleep. It helped a little. He didn't care what anyone said.
When Eloise collided with the table, it did actually make him jump, and he gave a look over to her, a small smile touching his lips when he realized it was his drunken partner in crime. "You did." His eyes fell back to the coloring book at her question.
He shrugged gently, "Yeah, maybe... But check it out," his smile spread more into an amused grin as he slid the coloring book over in front of her so that she could see better as he pointed things out, "It's a robo-pony. See? He's got laser eyes. And he's got these machine guns strapped to his sides. I thought about giving him wings," he pulled the coloring book back over to look over the page, himself. "But I had this whole debate going on in my head about whether or not a robot, of any sort, would actually have wings. Mechanical wings, maybe. Like... maybe he'd be a robo-jet-pony. Or something like the Rocketeer. So maybe not wings. But, I don't know. A kickass jetpack?"
He nodded, setting his grey crayon back to the page to finish filling in the robo-jet-pony's armor, "what are you up to? Did you like the movies?"