Fitz sat back down as Patrick chugged, grabbing the bottle of maple whisky as he sat back, one arm along the back of the couch. It was his turn to roll but he just drank from his chosen bottle instead. The damage was done. "Definitely not. You are such a baby though. Fuck, you would've thought it was burning a hole in the roof of your fucking mouth," Fitz grinned, taking another drink from his bottle.