The mention of wine caused Felix to lean over with a grunt, reaching for his bag. "Well, it's not wine, but I've still got the rest of this," he offered, pulling out the remains of the bottle of whiskey, of which only three inches of dark caramel colored liquid remained. "I'd say I brought it for fire fuel, but that would be bullshit." He planted it between himself and Pam in case she wanted to partake, knowing that there wasn't enough for all of them to get more than slightly loosened up, or one of them somewhat tipsy if they were a lightweight.
"What she said," he added matter-of-factly at Pam's retort, wagging an agreeing finger at her as he looked up Edwin's form. It was good that Pam had chimed in, because he'd nearly told Edwin to speak for himself, which he wasn't sure he'd be asked to explain, and he didn't feel like coming up with some line of bullshit to redirect it. "I always forget how fucking tall you are," he said instead, leaning back as he felt a crick in his neck forming.