"Careful, my darling!" Sadie cries, though she is deeply thrilled by his display. "We've seen this spirit's callous disregard for our spirits - he's surely willing to hit below the belt, as they say!" A hesitation. "And by belt, I mean bottle!" Again, hesitation. "And by below I mean directly!" She moves with surprising dexterity to their bag of drinks and pulls it toward her in a protective embrace, keeping a wary eye on Aiden all the while.

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Jodie eyes the drink dubiously for a moment, then figures 'what the hell' and takes it. She swigs, coughs, and then swigs again. "Don't hurt them, Aiden," she says, shaking her head. She's still not entirely sure what the hell this is, but 'a fair fight' it isn't. Aiden lets out a clearly audible growl of frustration at the request, but he does refrain from directly attacking either of the Doyles. Instead, he picks up Frank's discarded glass, pointedly waggles it in front of the man's face for a moment, and then hurls it across the field.