Reggie looked at the bottle for a moment before shaking his head, reaching down and grabbing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder. Tonight he'd be good. He was already sure that he'd wake up with a hell of a headache. He looked like he wanted it, though. "Thanks. Even if I can't leave on my own, this place beats the hell out of prison any day," he admitted, turning and heading off to find his room.