Strangely enough, Allison was the exact opposite. She drank more back in her home world than here. Here, it seemed like enough shit happened that you needed to not be drunk so you wouldn't get eaten by monsters attracted to sound or aliens in the 50s. Or maybe there was very little influence from her siblings to turn to drinking (God knows how much drinking there was just between Five and Klaus).
Today was an exception. Today, Allison needed something stronger than the coffee in her endless decanter.
So she had silently walked in, taken her glass and plopped down the most comfortable spot to sit in within her vicinity and had already gotten half the drink down. "If we weren't in two fucking Derleths, it wouldn't be this anxiety inducing. I can easily approach people and slap them over the head."