"Fairly regularly. Not enough to get utterly plastered, but I'm sure my liver isn't exactly happy with me." Krem tipped him a small smirk at that, then took a few swallows from his bottle. It was nearly empty by now, and it was getting toward his personal cutoff point. He would rather be able to get back to the crumbling room he'd claimed as his own without falling on his way up the stairs.