[ aventurine's not expecting a shot of this caliber, but it's not unwelcome, and instead he finds himself smiling as sunday crushes their lips together to share the special with him. he hums against his mouth, drinking in both the liquor and the birdie - his tongue pushing into his mouth to greedily take every last drop. ]

[ but it seems like sunday had the same idea, because when they part sunday's licking at his chin. ] I'll never understand why. [ now it's his turn to take the bottle from the echoes, so he can drink himself stupid. he returns it to them after he's drank a substantial amount of it, his lips finding sunday's as he gently strokes his feathers. ]