Faith snorted. "If anyone picks a fight with you I'll kick their butts" she joked, dragging Sasha over to to some younger kids with a bottle of vodka almost as big as they were. "He wants that" she said to them, pointing at the bottle. One look at Sasha and they were handing it over, muttering. Faith poured them both probable quadruples and tossed the bottle back tot he kids.
"Bottoms up" she grinned, passing Sasha his cup.