The whiskey had warmed Izzy's body a little; another sip of the liquid sliding down her throat left a slight pleasant burn in its path. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and her legs tucked beneath her on the couch. Daryl sat at the opposite end of the couch. He too had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, a glass of whiskey in his hands. The living room was bathed in the soft light of the lamp that sat on a small table beside Izzy. The whiskey in the bottle was slowly disappearing, as was the night. Izzy glanced to the large clock on the mantel piece; five minutes to midnight.

"You ever get lonely?" Izzy was slightly stunned at the sound of her own voice breaking the silence. They had started off quiet, settling onto the couch and cracking open the seal of the whiskey. Then after a couple of drinks, they began to talk, began to ask about each other. They talked about how they had survived up until now, talked about people they'd met, people they'd lost and people they had wished they'd never met. There was no talk of when they had known each other previously, there really wasn't any need to. Then silence had crept upon them once more.

"Nup," came Daryl's short reply. He wasn't angry, he wasn't upset, it was just simply how he had chosen to reply. Izzy took the last sip of her drink and placed the glass beside her on the table before picking up the bottle and pouring herself another. She looked to Daryl and he gave another one of his nods, indicating he would accept another drink. She reached out for his glass and as she took it her fingers brushed over his. Had this been any other night she would have just ignored it and poured the drink as normal. But tonight, tonight she had done a lot of thinking, and drinking, and now her mind was in overdrive. It took her a moment to realise the stream of whiskey had moved from the glass onto Daryl's hand, and the couch.

"Shit! Sorry!" she gasped and placed the bottle back onto the side table, the lid skittering beside it. Quickly she jumped from the couch and raced into the kitchen to get a tea-towel before running back and handing it to Daryl. He cleaned his hand, the outside of the glass and the couch free of alcohol before handing it back. Back in the kitchen Izzy took a moment to allow herself several deep breaths, trying to get herself and her thoughts together. Nothing was said when she walked back into the living room and so she sat back on the couch. She didn't bother wrapping the blanket around herself this time in hopes that the coolness might help clear her head, even just a little. So much for not having any other intentions. Despite this she still reached for her glass of whiskey and took a sip.

"You alright?" Daryl asked eventually. He could clearly see something was troubling Izzy but she was staying quiet on what it was. She nodded as she looked into her drink and he wondered what on earth could have brought this change on so quickly. There had been no tension in the room before she had tried to pour him another drink. Surely accidentally spilling some drink wasn't something that could upset her so badly. "Izzy?"

"I think you should go," Izzy muttered, refusing to look at him. Now Daryl was at a complete loss. He wanted to test the waters, and it could have been the alcohol talking, but he wanted to find out what it was she was so worried about.

"Why?" he asked, his glass coming to rest on the floor beside the couch with a soft clink. Still Izzy wouldn't look at him and something inside of Daryl was desperate to know why. With a fire beginning to burn inside of him he shrugged the blanket from his shoulders and scooted closer to Izzy. "Why should I go?"

"Because you just should!" her voice was full of agitation and she stood up, stepped away from the couch, before she finally turned her eyes upon Daryl. In some sort of desperate moment Daryl wished he could easily read Izzy like a book, but they'd both been drinking since about seven and even though they had paced themselves they were still both fairly heavily intoxicated, the past few hours of whiskey drinking wasn't helping.