[It was on her tongue to say scotch, but in the end she went the other way.] Vodka.

[Parker had been Six, and standing here with Prefect, she felt a bit as if her brain was... Headache, it was easier to think of as a headache. She crossed her arms over her chest, debating the odd sense of Déjà vu that was running through her. Parker was trying incredibly hard not to dwell on it.] So, what are we celebrating?