At that, Jessica actually took a drink, though she was no where near the same level as Nick. And as long as she took her sweet time with the alcohol, no matter how many drinks she had, her body wasn't going to allow her to feel much of anything since it worked to reject toxic and poisons. But go ahead Nick. Keep chugging. "That's such bullshit," she shook her head.
With a sigh, she sunk into the couch and scooted closer to him, handing him his bottle of whiskey. To hell with the glass, there was no use for it as far as she was concerned. Smiling, she set her bottle against her thigh and smiled up at him. "I'd say you deserve a vacation," she segued a little bit. "Do you think we could have one soon? Another day-trip maybe?"