Normally, Weiss would reject the offer. First of all, Qrow's bird saliva is probably all over the flask. He might have wiped the rim of it, but his germs are still there. Second of all, Weiss isn't exactly that fond of alcohol that she would turn to it to get her out of a sticky situation. Her mother's an alcoholic and she'd love to get rid of all the alcohol in the world if it meant having a normal life.

Neither of those two thoughts occur to her. She takes it and gulps down what she can even before Qrow can finish talking.

Her eyes widen even more as the alcohol goes down. Her throat burns and she ends up coughing even louder. Once, twice, it doesn't reach a third time because she's managed to collect herself even though there are tears on the corners of her eyes.

"Oh my god," she breathes out, shoulders way too straight for her to look relaxed. "I am never eating that powder ever again."