"You don't think we do?" He lifted his brow to mimic her. "I mean, think about the situation. You, me, a pair of angels, a lot of alcohol. Don't you see the potential... if not the outright probability... of it all going very wrong very quickly?"
Johnny grinned a little at the follow up statement. "If we get as wasted as we were last time, Mary, you're not going to be able to stop me from much of anything. I mean, sure, you might be able to latch onto my leg and slow me down a little bit, but I kind of had to carry you back to your own bed."
He looked at the Jack and put more bottles of it into the cart. He wasn't just going to drink the Fireball liquor. He just wanted to try it. He didn't think that drinking 8 whole bottles of it would be good, though. Even if his insides were pure iron now, or able to heal anything, like they seemed to be, it just didn't seem like it would be a very comfortable night after a little while. He didn't want that. He wanted to relax.
And really, he wanted to be okay around Mary. He didn't want to deal with the unknown ramifications of what might come after Fireball. Hell, he might not even like it after the first taste of it.
"We should probably get snacks, too. Now that I think of it."