"That must have been some pain he caused for you to all but ask me to make a vodka IV drip for you." James got up from the couch and walked over to the bar, pulling out two bottles of vodka, the shaker and a few olives to drop into the drinks and sat them down on the table. He set to work fixing her another and poured it out, passing it over to her. "Here's to getting drunk and forgetting our troubles, yeah?"