Winnie simply held out a hand to be given the bottle. She did not care when or how it was consumed, but she wasn't about to send him off to his place to get something less expensive, simply because they weren't exactly celebrating anything. She yanked the cork and took a long swig straight from the bottle, letting the liquor slide down her throat with that familiar burn. It was a delightful distraction.

Holding the bottle back out to him, she sighed softly, both her blanket and chemise slipping off her shoulder as she tried to settle her body and mind back into the bed. "I am so tired," She admitted. Her however-long nap certainly hadn't cut it and the sleep itself hadn't been restful at all. Win felt like she was either going to have to drink herself into a stupor or find a dreamless sleep potion sooner rather than later. She wondered if she had one in her bag...