Angelina watched the stack with wary eyes and was extremely thankful when it didn't tip over. She had no idea what the hell was in those boxes, and it could be some stuff she didn't want to be around while drinking, knowing the twins like she did.
She picked up the bottle after him. (Cups? Who needed them?) "Fix it before you start a bleedin' fad or something." She lifted the bottle as if that was her toast for the evening and took a rather large swig of the liquid blinking as it burned a bit on the way down. "People running around with part of their hair cut because you're the trouble making idols of the universe... not fun for people who have to look at it." If George felt a bit off though, Angelina didn't notice.
"I don't have morning practice tomorrow. I should be over it by then." Should being the operative word there. "Gwenog Jones is intimidating as fuck though. You're lucky I think you're important."