Savannah accepted the invitation, sitting down in one of the chairs then placed the bottle on the desk between them as an offering. It definitely was 'a gem' even by the old day's standards. Working at a bar throughout college ahd opened her eyes to all kinds of liquors. Gray had been a smart man to stow this one away.
Biting at her lip, mostly to avoid Day's question, she opened the bottle and poured them each a shot. The wounds were still so fresh but they weren't going away any time soon and she couldn't ignore them forever. Besides, who would better understand than Day? They'd loved (though in different ways) and lost the same man.
"No, not yet. Seems too soon. I don't want to upset Maizie while everything is still so raw. I'll let you know if you can do anything, but at least for now you can drink with me," she said, picking up her shot glass and holding it out for Day to clink hers against it.