Hit Girl hid a smirk. Well, showtime. Just as well too: she'd rather grieve as her alter ego right now than having to cry and be sad on command. At least this way she could be disapproved of and it'd be totally in character.

"He was a true OG, or wanted to be," she said, shaking her head. "So the custom when a guy you respected like that bites it, you pour out some alcohol as a sign of honor. It's kind of a gangsta thing."

It still made her laugh, uttering that on Stacy of all places, but that was giving way to a choking feeling she'd suppress with a swig of this stuff.

"Ack! Who thought that something sweet would actually burn on the way down!"