"Well, considering who you are and the fact you see me willingly, you are a master risk taker, Mr. Kent." She offered him the bottle so he could use his handy strength to open it. She could do it herself, but she'd rather take the opportunity to kiss him soundly, which she proceeded to do, which probably distracted him from opening the bottle, oops. "But if you wind up like everyone else who gets drunk on New Year's, than you'd better not find yourself in some bimbo's bed.. I may need to get out the kryptonite sporks and start stabbing."