Shae was already in the process of tugging his shirt over his head when Ren offered him the drink, and he struggled to pull the clinging material off his face while blindly groping for the neckband. During this endeavor, he'd somehow managed to follow the sound of bottle caps and alcohol consumption and had stumbled into the kitchen area- and straight into Ren. Not that he bothered apologizing.
With a frustrated growl, he ripped the infuriatingly uncooperative fabric from his head and stood there in the middle of the floor, shirtless and with his jeans mostly unzipped, blinking dumbly as his vision tried to re-focus. "Yeah," he answered a little belatedly before swiping the opened bottle from Ren's hand and finishing off the remaining fluid.
As if the bottle had contained some magical, aphrodisiac elixir rather than regular beer, Shae suddenly curled an arm around his new partner's neck and leaned in to seal their lips together in a mildly demanding kiss, the bottle still dangling from his fingertips.