Zacharias, Susan, and the firewhiskey
Zacharias knew Susan was here, in fact, it had been pointed out to him. Now, the main part of the objective was to get his bottle of firewhiskey. Not that he couldn't also give Susan some attention. She was, after all, bringing him the alcohol. It would be a bit rude to take the alcohol and dash.
The other thing of it was, he'd gotten a bit of alcohol. Alcohol was a lovely thing, really. He would marry it, only he wasn't so sure he was up for marriage to anyone, let alone alcohol. He shrugged his shoulders, feeling a bit strange afterward. He shouldn't respond outwardly to internal voices. He should leave that to a time when he was alone and wouldn't be noticed.
All the same, he glanced up just in time to almost walk into Susan. "Oh. Sorry." How much alcohol had he had again? He was apologizing now. It couldn't have been that much. Was he falling back into the light weight zone again? Seven years without much alcohol would probably do that to him. Dammit. "I see you and Finnigan look rather friendly. Did you bring me a friend?"