"I think he'd love to instill Stockholm's on us if he could." She slipped his requested flavor out cracking the lid open with a ready bottle opener, sitting it in front of him. "Yeah this stuff, as disturbing as it is, probably isn't the worst we're going to see. Best save the whiskey for weirder harder to swallow stuff in this bazaaro world." It was tempting to grab another, but instead she simply climbed up onto the counter and slipped back over onto the patron side.
Perching herself on a stool a couple down from his. They barely knew each other no point in putting awkward between them just then. She nodded slowly, he made a good point. "Yeah... Some how that doesn't help at all. If I felt more fake maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad..." She popped open her drink and took a deep good sip before settling the can in front of her. "I wish he would have put some sort of warning on the box, like maybe, 'If you think there's probably something you really don't want to see, don't watch your own show' Maybe in short or something." She raised a brow at him. "Did you?" Maybe she wasn't the only one, it had been a morbid curiosity really. She could have just gone to the one she where she remembered last, it had been labeled easily enough.