"Whoa," Chris pulled his hand away, lookng at Toby with a grin and a warning glance, though he wouldn't meet the man's eyes, avoiding them, but not in an angry way, more like a child who was caught doing something wrong and was ashamed, "Nothing happened to it. I happened to it, Beeche," Chris raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as he steadied himself and looked at the bottle on the floor, "You still high? I'm still drunk."