She'd fallen asleep in Kris's library after half a bottle of whiskey and awoken in her own bed with a throbbing headache and dry mouth.
She finished her whiskey and sat back in the chair, its warmth chasing away her internal chill.
Her headache was gone, her stomach full, and another glass of whiskey in her hand.
She was on her way back to her room with the scarf securely wrapped around her neck and the whiskey that had fallen mercifully into an outside trash bin without busting when she felt the change in temperature.
Katie, you forgot your drink at the bar, Kris said, holding out the iced whiskey to her.
Katie was thinking of how much whiskey it'd take to dull the edge of her headache when the phone rang.
She tossed the whiskey back and gulped it down, then slapped the glass on the bar before turning away.
See Memorial of Benjamin Helm Bristow, largely prepared by David Willcox (Cambridge, Mass., privately printed, 1897); Whiskey Frauds, 44th Cong., 1st Sess., Mis.
Ully reappeared with a carafe of whiskey and set it down, taking Andre's head nod as a cue to leave.
He gave her an amused look, then poured her three shots worth of whiskey and handed it to her.