[She wanted to argue with him, but her mouth hurt and her eyes were watering. She'd already made enough of a fool out of herself. Trying to save face in front of a man she didn't care for felt like a pointless endeavor.]

It was not as if Jack was particularly eager to ferry booze down to my prison. He was far more content pretending that he had a perfectly pleasant little girl to take care of. So to answer your question? No, I have not had a drink before.