"Nah, I should get goin'," she assured him, raking a hand back through her hair. She resisted the temptation of taking another drink from the bottle.
"If you don't bring up the whisky he'll think it was just me," she informed him, as she went to put it back in her father's stash. Which, given how testy Benjamin could get about his whisky, might be best, really. At least he was used to Noah nicking it.