What, suddenly my instant coffee-in-a-pouch isn't cutting it? [ Yin smirked, knowing full well it was some weak stuff. ] I get it, I get it, but ... still. You kept me out of the gutter on more than one night, it's about time I return the favor.

[ because some nights Yin would rather get yelled at for being out late or not coming home at all than busted for getting piss-ass drunk and having fresh cuts on her face. ]