It didn't take long for her to pour the liquid into one of the cheap plastic cups and she handed it to him so she could take a long pull straight from the bottle.

"How'd it go down?" And the way she looks at him doesn't leave any room to question if she's talking about things with Sam or the whiskey. The masochist in her needs details, especially since there's a part of her still determined to try and find a way to get him out.