One of Penny's eyebrows quirked up as she tried to grasp an image of what drunken Percy would be like. It wasn't easy, to say the least. She had no idea he'd ever been completely smashed before and it made her realize just how little she knew about the types of things he did nowadays. From their earlier conversation, she had a feeling that when he did decide to do some heavy drinking it was probably alone. That worried her more than slightly. "I really can't picture you pissed," she said skeptically.
Penny was familiar with the face. It was the face she made when she had anything that tasted remotely like alcohol. How some people spent every weekend drinking horrid tasting liquid astonished her. Fortunately, she could take comfort in knowing that she would never become addicted to such things.
When Percy took charge of the situation, Penelope snorted laughter. It was like him to want to hurry along the process. She certainly didn't mind, but she'd always been more patient and didn't mind to wait her turn. Faced with the decision to choose what to have, Penny twisted her mouth into a thoughtful expression. "Why not?" she said, mostly to herself, "Maybe I'll have a whiskey too." It couldn't hurt.