Re: ~fingers~
"I'm perfectly fine, and the floor is not spinning," Orsino retorted, looking at the bottle in his hand instead of her. As though to in rebellion against her sharing mandate, he eyed her pointedly as he raised the bottle to his mouth and took a daringly long swig. The expression on his face that followed showed very clearly that he regretted it.
He made a strangled sort of sound, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "OK, that hurt. And yooou're drunk, lovely."
Those cushions looked comfortable. Penny had propped herself up, and looked like a veritable ad for Comfy Cushions, Inc. It had not immediately appealed to him, but clearly that was the thing to do, the place to be, if one was to enjoy one's whisky at ease. He plopped unceremoniously next to her head, the bottle still firmly in his grasp.