[ look at him, all polite and fancy looking while Sharon looks like she just climbed out of bed. ]

I do, actually. My friend brought me a few bottles of things she likes. [ She grabs one of the dark bottles off the glass table. ] I think she said this one was like a... a Dornish Red. It's sour and sweet and I don't know, sounded kind of nice. Gimme a minute to open it.

[ she'll disappear into the kitchen for a moment. there will be the sound of drawers being opened and quiet muttering (something like where the fuck is it) before there's a soft pop and the sound of victory. she returns to the living room. she pours him a glass before she pours one for herself. ] I don't know shit about wine. Or most alcohol. I only ever drank beer and vodka back home.