Sharky fiddled with his beard for a moment before looking over towards you. “Hey! It feels a bit weird saying this but do you wanna maybe sit up on the roof and drink? Hurk said he wanted to take Blade for a while so he could be a better father.” Sharky scratched the back of his head before you accepted. He smiled before dragging you up towards the rooftop. The sound of his ‘Party Liquor’ sloshing in its metal container. Once climbed up he helped you get up there and smiled “Ever since the bombs went off every night and day there's a boris.” He pointed up at the aurora borealis. He sighed before grabbing the canteen and began to drink from it, handing it to you. The smell of gasoline, ethanol, and paint filled your nostrils. Burning the hairs in your nose. “If you don’t want any that's okay, its pretty hardcore” He shrugged and just put it down.