"Tequila isn't nice," Regina retorted and poured another round. "It's effective."

It did raise a good question, though, of why she'd stopped in the first place. She hadn't been obligated, or if she had, it was the sort of social obligation she'd regularly ignored. She shrugged, licked her hand and salted it, said, "I lost two soulmates and two sons. I understand," then slammed the shot before her heart could listen to what she'd said.