Claire beamed at Dillon and Ash, witnessing Ash flash the redhead a grateful look before her attention turned to Raff and the bottle he was now holding out to her. As a rule, she didn't usually accept drinks she wasn't sure what was in them, but she thought maybe just this once it would be okay. It definitely wasn't blood, or he wouldn't have offered it to her, right? Claire wasn't even sure why she'd thought that.
"Thanks," Claire chirped cheerfully before unceremoniously raising the bottle to her lips and taking a drink - before almost immediately having to fight back a gag. "Oh - my god," the blonde sputtered once she was actually able to swallow the liquor down successfully, her face still scrunched up like she'd just eaten something sour. "What is that? It tastes like pure gasoline." Admittedly, Claire was also not used to drinking straight liquor. She preferred her drinks a little fruitier, tequila shots notwithstanding. Speaking of which.
Her body temperature spiking with the sudden introduction of more alcohol in her blood stream, Claire coughed and handed Raff back his bottle before nudging him further into the house with the others as they made their way toward the general direction of the living room. "Come on! We were just getting started."
While they'd been preoccupied the first Nightmare film had ended and the second had started, which Claire hadn't seen, but she shrugged and flopped back down onto the couch. Maybe when no one was looking she'd find a way to sneakily get rid of her embarrassing orange pumpkin sweater.