"Before, actually," Drea said, trying to ignore that little pang in the back of her head telling her that she was on thin ice already. "Although to be fair, part of that still kind of counts as prison, since the time between the last drink and prison was spent in the hospital. And part of that I was unconscious, and, wow, I'm really oversharing now, aren't I?" She lifted the glass to her mouth, letting the beer shut her up. Boy, did that taste good. She'd almost forgotten how wonderful it could be. She closed her eyes for a moment and just savored her first drink, draining a good portion of it right away and paying zero attention to the warning sirens in her brain.