John nodded as she took the bottle from him, ignoring her reaction to his behavior until she coughed from the alcohol, in which he responded with a snort and a chuckle. He looked out the window as they drove a couple times instinctively raising his rifle only to catch himself. After his little episode over the radio he looked at her as he took back the whiskey. Looking at the bottle, then her, the bottle and finally back to her with a smirk before jerking his head back and chugging a good portion of it before bringing it back down with an audile "ah". He capped it and placed it back in his bag. [color=007236]"inhale, drink, exhale...that's how you drink, da?"[/color] He smirked before his face shot back to a hard look. 

	[color=007236]"Wilmington, Wilmington. This is Captain Johnathan Fredrick Krueger, United States Navy. We are currently, 22 clicks from Wilmington en route to Brookhaven, PA at this current moment. We'll turn back and head in your direction. ETA: 20mins. Where are we to meet you, over.[/color] He sighed as he looked over at her, placing the handset back on the hook. [color=007236]Turn around and go back through Aston. The way we're heading right now will put us on the highway and it will be impossible to get to Wilmington...Why the fuck...I'll show you the way. Turn this car around and we'll head to Wilmington via back roads."[/color] The idea going back to Wilmington was ridiculous but guess it had to be done. He shook his head as his gazed went out to their surroundings his eyes never left the road nor his gun. [color=007236]"I'll try to be more polite. My name is Capt. John Krueger but you can call me John if you want.... Not Johnny, not Fred, Freddy or any other kind of nickname. Just John."[/color] There went his attempt at being polite. His nose was still sore after sniffing a couple times. [color=007236]"Decent hit..."[/color] A slight twitch showed at the ends of his mouth.

	He stayed in silence for a moment. [color=007236]"I, well...me and my buddies were in Wilmington...helping EVAC the citizens to somewhere safer when we should have been heading to base to prepare for our departure to Syria. Saw the National Guard were struggling with keeping back those shitholes-" [/color] Gesturing to the living dead. [color=007236]"So we decided to help out. Long story short: The fucking dead broke through the barrier, hell broke loose and on the way out we got t-boned by some fat fuck in a fucking Coke truck."[/color] His voice trembled slightly before he reigned it in.