"Alright, that's it, featherbrain. You. Out." Smiling, she chucked the liquor-soaked rag at Ishiah's head. Not with any accuracy, just in his general, head-like direction. Obviously, the serious part of the conversation was over and while she enjoyed a good joke, Trixa didn't necessarily want it at her expense.

"Or I won't supply you with anymore free alcohol." Which was somewhat counter-intuitive when she was holding out a small bottle for him to take with him.