Tequila

She sat there with four things in front of her, a slice of lemon, a salt shaker, a shot glass and a bottle of Silver Patron they each were placed on the hard wooden table. She didn't say a word as she pulled the cork out of the bottle as poured her a shot. Setting it down she lifted her wrist and toke a quick lick of the skin there, she then moved to pick out the salt sprinkling some on the wet spot shed just made. Piking up the slice of lemon she bit into it her mouth puckered at the taste but she made no sound of complaint lifting her wrist back to her mouth she licked it then grabbed the drink quickly and downed it. Her eyes winced slightly at the sting of the tequila as it slide down her throat. slamming the glass down on the table she refilled the glass and repeated the process four more times, till she got aggravated enough and just started drinking from the bottle.
She herd him come staggering in, she grinned around the top of the bottle he always played drunk. From where she sat she could hear his grumbling, "Fuck light posts." And when he came into view he had a bottle of cheap Vodka in one hand and the other was up at his mouth as he drank from another bottle. Shaking her head lightly she waited to see what he was planing. He walked over to her table and slammed the now empty bottle down on it and staired at her, "why the fuck are you drinking that shit when you could be drinking the good stuff..." she then sat the bottle down and looked at him, "then hand it over." He shock his head, "Hell no. Last time i gave you the good stuff i spent months listening to my brother complain about the rum being gone." Snorting she replayed, "not my damn fault you mixed the drinks..."