It was either a good thing or a bad thing that they were both on the same page about how to handle their very painful losses. Maybe it was a good thing that they'd decided they were family for each other. Evie took the bottle back and took a healthy swallow for herself, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You find something else to drink. I'm going to take this and go forget about life for a while." He could figure out what that meant for himself because she sure as hell didn't know what she wanted other than to stop thinking for a few days. Maybe they'd survive this mess and come out the other side stronger for it, but she wouldn't hold her breath. Instead, she was going to have fun and make some incredibly poor decisions. And she knew exactly where she was going to start.
"Don't die or leave," she told him and then took another swallow of the whiskey before she headed for her stairs. She had a costume to finish.