Jóna
Giving him one lass kiss on the head, she intercepted the waitress bringing out a bottle of vodka and a couple of glasses. Returning to Yakov, she plopped back down on his lap and splashed Vodka into one of the glasses. Anticipating he might try to grab the bottle away from her to chug, she kept a tight grip on it, tucking it against her body. She felt like he would be fun to torture just a little, doling it out bit-by-bit.
"Then vodka and Jóna are what Yakov will get," she agreed with a nod, taking a sip from the bottle herself.
