Annabeth
The Hunter's cocked at eyebrow at the remark about her being a lightweight, but she remained silent as he pulled on a pair of boxers.
"Well, worse odds have been taken for far less worthy causes," Annabeth said as he plopped down beside her, his question bringing a wicked grin to her face.
Not saying a word, the cowgirl unscrewed the cap of the bottle of rum, took a swig from it directly, and held it out to Ron, eyes locked onto his the whole time.