half wasted, and you are going to milk it.

Trixie yelps out and turns, quickly getting to her hands and knees as she picks the bottle up "oh shit shit shit" she gasps looking to you" you got a towel or something?" she asks ears folded down like a dog caught after tearing up the couch "I am so sorry about this" she says

You sigh and grab a few napkins "here use these" you say "clean up this mess and we will have to talk about what you owe for wasting so much of that" you say making her stop as she had been dabbing at the stain "owe for that?" she asks confused.