"I was reading." Jess nods at her cozy corner of the living room. There is a bottle on the floor but she didn't get that deep into it. Chalk it up to a combination of distraction and revulsion for the taste. To the same end, she's questioning why she poured herself a double of moonshine like it's actual bourbon. She eyes the pungently strong liquid. Once the smell invades her sinuses, there's no point going back, and she has a quick but copious gulp.

Containing a gag, she scrapes her tongue through her teeth and sets the glass down to obscure her face with the palm of her hand. Which becomes the back of knuckles are her fingers close into a fist while a rottenly sweet aftertaste sticks around for way too long.