"I blame my teenage daughter." [i] He said plainly, plopping down a few feet from Damien and resting his elbows on his knees. [/i] "I brought a peace offering/apology gift." [i] With a wave of his hand, he tossed a bottle of cinnamon whiskey at Damien, a reddish brown liquid with golden flakes floating around in it.[/i] "I don't know if you're a day time drinker or not. Probably are."