Charlie helped herself to a swig from her own bottle - alcohol had always helped to clear her thoughts.
And even when it didn't, it gave excuse to her actions, a helpful net that she could always fall back on in nearly any situation. Immediately wiping her mouth with her sleeve after drinking, the hand holding the bottle pointed a finger at Dov accusingly, though her face held the glimmer of amusement since she seemed to be maintaining the upper hand in this conversation.
"The only one here gettin' any kinda crazy is you, squirt," she replied, repeating the apparently irritating sobriquet with some relish, the hint of a malicious smile growing around the edges of her mouth. "So just calm the fuck down. Now I apologized to yah, don't yah think yah owe me one as well? Or did our momma not raise yah right?"