She sighs at him, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"You had one job..." Since she's the one with the socks (and lo, the socks are awesome), she decides to take one for the team and go fetch the half-finished bottle. She hisses when she stands, stretching abused thighs, gingerly prodding what's going to be some spectacular and fascinating bruising later.

But hey, she gets to drink the vodka first! Win.