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Jefferson smirked, cocking his head as he tilted the bottle back, murmuring with a cocky grin. “It’s generally hard to swallow!” Laughing at his own joke, a rather lamely fantastic one, if he said so himself, he tipped the bottle back and grinned, chugging it as best he could.

Sighing as he coughed, the alcohol burning his throat, he smiled crookedly, quirking his lips as he frowned. “Or was that cider? Juice? No wait, I got it!” Jefferson smirked before falling back with a laugh. “Sex!”

Regina eyed her half-brother with slight irritation as she watched him chug the bottle. No things hadn’t been great here in Storybrooke for either of them, but that didn’t mean he needed to drink his feelings, especially if he wasn’t going to share. 

So, Regina waltzed up to him, snatching the bottle from him and hoping to find a sip left. However, as she brought it up to her lips, she tipped it, only tasting a single drop on her tongue. “Damnit, Jefferson. Couldn’t you have at least saved some for me? And, quit with the vulgar outbursts and riddles. When have they ever done you any good, dear?” she sighed, setting the bottle on the floor.