you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

He's a large wolf so it takes more booze than the average sized wolf to start feeling the effects. But even after one sip, since he drank so infrequently, he too could feel the tingle in his toes and the warmth in his belly. His smile doesn't disappear even after she looks at him in disbelief. "You'll understand after ya get a few more in ya," Wilder explains, his eyes widening once more as he continues to watch Vesper drink and cough and to his surprise, a burp that was followed by a giggle. He honestly didn't think the girl was capable of such a thing.

"Feelin' better?" He questions, head canting as he takes the bottle back before she can take a third drink. Taking a deep swallow of his own, he coughs a bit more this time, the burn catching him right where it hurt the most. Scrunching up his face and giving his muzzle a shake, he takes one more sip before offering it back to her. "So what're ya gon' do when Oleander finds ya piss drunk?" Wilder teases, slowly slipping down onto his side in a more comfortable laying position.

"Wilder"