Still smirking she looked from the hammered Silva to Jackson.
"Yes, because it's my life's ambition to sleep with a demon and a drunk at the exact same time." Lillian said sarcastically and rolled her eyes before giving Silva a look of disgust at her drunken state. Every second that ticked by was another moment she felt like burning the woman and her soul to ashes. She refrained from acting on these thoughts however, the last thing she wanted was for Ares to have a reason to bare a grudge. She took a drag from her cigar. Lillian winked at Jackson,
"You have fun, though.It seems you make an excellent crutch." She tilted her head a bit referring to Silva leaning on the demon. The smug look only intensified as Silva sat down, again she looked at Jackson, raising an eyebrow before glancing back at the drunk. Lillian tapped the counter to get the attention of the bartender,
"Vodka. Highest proof." She ordered, she received her drink quickly. She looked at the small glass, setting the alcohol ablaze before drinking it down. Alcohol had almost no effect on her, partially because it evaporated from the heat in her esophagus before even reaching her stomach. Lillian had to drink constantly to feel any sort of effect.