Oh, yes! Dozens of times. Just not usually into the bottom of a bottle. [Despite the fact that a drink or seven sounded wonderful, so often of late. Yotsuyu can't entirely blame him, but of all the people she knows, he was the one she'd trusted to have more than a modicum of sense. Yotsuyu would never breathe a word, but she's shaken, just a bit.]

Not to mention I likely could have sent you to a better place than that shithole you've chosen to hole up in, if you're concerned about your budget. [There is a hint of pride there. No matter how low she may sink, there are some places she wouldn't want to go. Seems he's chosen one.]

I'd be worried someone might cosh you over the head for the change in your pockets!