[ That is definitely a no. Jesse's not even sure he's actually held a gun in his hands before. He actually sort of laughs at that, conquering our fears, and immediately reaches for the vodka when Pinkman puts it down. Yeah, wasted sounds good.

Jesse's in the same boat - he's used to beer, or at least, he had been before Kore. Now he's been almost exclusive with the vodka and whiskey. It burns and it feels good at the back of his throat, and he coughs a little, rubbing at his face. ]

Shouldn't do that. Thinking's shitty. [ Jesse mutters. For Finch, thinking means dwelling. ] Half the time I don't wanna think at all. [ A beat, and then he takes another swig of vodka and points vaguely at Pinkman. ] Don't think about guns. Don't do that t'yourself.