Pam didn't really need to pick up the bottle to know that she probably wouldn't drink it, but she did anyway, reading the label before putting it back between them. "My goodness, I'm not a college girl anymore! That's a little strong for my tastes!" Plus it wasn't exactly a lot, and while it was offered, she'd feel a little bad taking from what was left of his supply. "I haven't turned in my list for prizes yet, maybe I'll ask for a cheap wine instead of something else. Like a gross wine out of a box or something." She stuck out her tongue, because she didn't actually drink cheap wine, but the idea was there for now, and would probably be gone by the time she got back to her list.
Once the bottle was back on the ground, though, it was Edwin who picked it up next, giving a look to Felix to make sure it was okay he took some before opening it up and taking a swig. "I... yeah," he said, not sure how to respond to the comment on his height. He was tall, so... there was that. He took another drink before he spoke again, passing the bottle back to Felix as he did. "This is probably better. At least we know it only happens at night," he decided, though he sure didn't feel better about it right then. "Plus if a monster dies, no one loses sleep over it." But then he still wasn't sure if the monsters killed or not. There was that body...
"Hold on." He took the bottle back from Felix one more time, taking another drink and then handing it back one more time. Just because Oliver, and all those other people, hadn't responded didn't mean that they were a bloody torso somewhere. He rubbed the crease between his eyebrows. "I actually miss those parties too," he said after a moment, not really caring that he was backtracking. He didn't sound particularly invested, even as he spoke, and his attention once again settled on the woods behind them, hoping that if anything popped out, that it was friendly. Or slow. "Did I sing Beyonce at one of those?"