Alright so Morag felt like she was a horrible Scot since she really couldn't hold her liquor either. She didn't tend to think of herself as a light wieght. After all, there were people out there with a far less tolerance than herself, but she definitely couldn't keep up to a great many people.
She downed her own shot with a wince before giggling. She called the bartender back over and ordered two more at Sam's request. "As you wish." She said with a laugh. "I'm your humble birthday slave who must do your bidding." She slurred slightly with a grin.