Isabel picked up the bottle of tequila and took a drink from it before looking at Peter again.
"It's good that you want to try. You want to help people." She nodded. "You just gotta remember that....you can't take it personally if they don't want the help." She patted his shoulder again. "It's not your fault, okay?" She hiccoughed before taking another drink from the bottle. She then looked at it for a minute before setting it down.
"You're right. Stuff is gross." She waved to the bartender. "Got any Stoli? If you do, just bring the bottle." He nodded and brought over the bottle. Isabel grinned.
"Least they stock the bar with good Russian vodka." She chuckled, taking the top off the bottle and took a drink.