The man smiled brightly before moveing to the kitchen to search for booze. “You’ll laugh now but a drink is one of the few things I can enjoy and not be overly judged for.” He searched threw the lower cabinets like the other suggested but finding a bottle here well he would think his chances were slightly above average in a hunters cabin. “As well it is a marvelous instrument for numbing and drowning out pain something I sorely need right now. Well also great for lighting a fire inside but I’m more in for the numbing of pain part.” Vince moved around the kitchen not being able to find anything till he came to one of the last cabinets. He pulled out a bottle of Irish whisky it wasn’t anything really special but it would have to do. He grabbed one of the mugs and a bottle opener that took him another 5 minutes to find in this wretchedly dark place. “You want some or are you going to make me drink all this alone? An before you reject this as long as we have booze we can also play drinking games to pass the time Mr. Myers.” Vince smiled at him in a holding manor he was fully fine with drinking on his own.
Vince opened the bottle before taking it and two coffee mugs with him back to the couch. It wasn’t going to be the best drinking experiences but it wasn’t going to be his worst. He held a mug out to Joseph only if he accepted if not Vince would just star pouring himself 1/2 a mug.
“by bi blitz”