[Jeff's quiet approach is more a result of endless hunting in the trials than an actual attempt at sneakiness on his part, and he'll take the bottle with a little grunt of acknowledgement as he eases himself down to a seat next to David. (And he might be unscarred from the killers' knives and hooks, but fuck if an injury much older than those things doesn't still make him frown when he moves a certain way.)]
it's what we deserve
All out of mixers. Sorry.