Taking the bottle he took a good swig of it. He normally didn't drink. He could if he wanted. He didn't get drunk. But he never drinks when he flies.
"Wow, that tastes pretty good. Has a nice kick to it. Fuzzy."
He shook his head and grinned. "Clever. Getting you to do this while you're drunk. Extra pay is an upside. I'm sure there's something ridiculous you don't need that you can get."
He takes another small sip before handing the bottle back to her. Clark was so glad she was working tonight. New Years at the Planet would end in him trying to hide at midnight from a drunk Cat.