[Bill attempts to get one last drop out of his own bottle before tossing it haphazardly vaguely near a designated pile the break-room has already established. His mouth twitches a hair wider at the resulting cacophony of noise.]
"Say what you will about the strength of some of these, at least they got an abundance of the stuff."
[Mm. Vodka eh? There is a slight crook in his step courtesy of the alcohol already coursing through his veins-- Bill loves it, everything he tries feels so raw and new, as if he's never had a drink in life-- but he appears to be handling the liquor well enough for the moment. He debates a moment going for the supplied stash behind the man or taking the offer directly from Squalo's hands.]
YOU ARE A GENTLEMEN AND A SCHOLAR
[Bill attempts to get one last drop out of his own bottle before tossing it haphazardly vaguely near a designated pile the break-room has already established. His mouth twitches a hair wider at the resulting cacophony of noise.]
"Say what you will about the strength of some of these, at least they got an abundance of the stuff."
[Mm. Vodka eh? There is a slight crook in his step courtesy of the alcohol already coursing through his veins-- Bill loves it, everything he tries feels so raw and new, as if he's never had a drink in life-- but he appears to be handling the liquor well enough for the moment. He debates a moment going for the supplied stash behind the man or taking the offer directly from Squalo's hands.]