"What are you? A baby?" Dee could sass right back. "Even the bitches here drink Jack."

She shoved the glass right in the drummer's hand and he could be all the bitch he wanted to about it. She then turned on Bjorn and slapped his hand away from the vodka playfully. "You're doing Whiskey too. O know you're not kicking around with Rekker and drinking something other than whiskey. Missy just takes the glass offered and tries not to laugh at Dee. She's a sweet woman but she's always a punk first.