Armenia walked into the liquor store, stretching her arms over her head. She could really use some nice red wine to help her relax. Perhaps she would grab some white wine as well, just to have some variety. Finally reaching the wine aisle, she began fingering through the different brands. She paused as she heard some bottles clattering. She peered to her right down the aisle, only to see a very familiar Scotsman strolling away with an armful of whiskey. Eyebrow twitching, she caught up to him, grabbing the hem of his shirt. "Don't you think you should be paying for those, Scotland?"