Jane watched as he gulped down the liquor. Clearly this wasn't something he was not accustomed to doing. Taking the bottle back from him, she had a drink of it, seemingly ignoring his hand upon her thigh though she did shift her position a bit, stretching that one leg out, it now draped somewhat across his lap. She passed the bottle back to him in silence before lifting the bottle of orange juice to her lips to wash down the harsh taste of the vodka.