Ate grabbed the bottle of vodka and shook it at him with a happy little smile. "How ever many you like, sugar." She wrapped her un-bottled arm around him, dragging 4Chan towards a side booth and shoving him into the seat, straddling him as she undid the bottle.
"We could play with them," Ate told him, pressing the bottle to his lips. "Or we could kill them. Bones or spirits, they're both fun to snap."