Not quite hitting the mark
I get home at 1:30am after finishing work. Maclean's been hanging out with his brother all night. He proudly proclaims, "I didn't have any beer tonight babe!" I had to ask, "How much vodka did you drink?" "Me and Stephen split it." "What?!" I fear the worst but I'm not entirely sure I'm understanding him correctly. "Me and Stephen split the vodka."
o_O
We had a bottle of Grey Goose we bought for houseboating. I had two drinks on the houseboat. He had a rather stiff one on Thursday. Then he and his brother proceeded to consume the entire remainder of the bottle.
But I'm supposed to be proud of him for not having a beer.