"Guess one of us shoulda prolly be sober, yeah?" Theresa smiled brightly, gave a slight giggle, and shrugged when he declined, glad that she didn't have to share her bottle right now. She would have if he had said yes, if only because that would help the game she thought she was playing right now. As he went to sit down she took another drink, enjoying the warm almost stinging sensation that it gave her as she felt it go down. God bless the monks who invented whiskey. Even if they were probably feckin' Scottish. She paused for a moment in her thought and looked at the bottle, well, this bottle was at least Scotch-Whiskey. Oh well, beggers couldn't be choosers and she'd long since run out of the stuff she'd brought back from home with her. She made a small mental note to bring back more next time she was back in Ireland checking in on Cassidy Keep. Or bug her father for it later. Maybe. Her decision making skills were not all that great right now.
Despite the small little giggles that kept coming out of her, she wasn't as nearly as a happy drunk as she was letting on. There was pain, and anger, and sadness, and fright, and what felt like a hundred other emotions flooding her system right now. But like hell she was going to talk about any of them. "Good!" she said keeping on talking about how John was doing. "'m glad ta hear that you lads are gettin' along alright. Hate ta knock yer head together if yah weren't getting along." she pointed a finger at him and tried to give off a mock-serious face but fell very short of that attempt. "The nuns usta do that ta us when we were bickerin' and scabblin' back in the day." she decided to share as well.
Theresa had been rather engrossed with trying to tell him about the nuns that she didn't really notice that the bottle was no longer in her hands and then she realized that his hand was on her face and she looked up at him with a really confused look. Yes. Everything was fine. Nope. She didn't want to talk. But none of that showed. Instead she looked up at him like she didn't know what he was talking about. "'m Irish lad, this is just a wee bit of fun for me. Blowin' offa little steam from the shit that's been the week." she shrugged and then decided to plop herself down into his lap. Yup. She was not talking about this. "'d rather do somethin' else." and then she did something she never would have done if she was sober...she kissed him.
Yes, she did care about John, and her feelings for him were starting to get very confusing. Because she didn't want him to get hurt when she inevitably fucked things up. He was a good man. It wasn't his fault she was a shit person at times. When she let herself briefly think about it before she'd always imagine doing this...well...under completely different terms. Part of her knew in the back of her head that this was going to have to come with a lot of apologizing tomorrow...and she was actually going to have to explain what was going on in her head when it came to her feelings about him.
But that would be then, and not now. Right now, she was pretty hell bent on not making good life choices.