Maverick Weston
All Maverick had wanted after Daniel had sent that message to everyone, was to just talk with Candice. The last they had spoken wasn’t much of a conversation, and she still wouldn’t tell him what was going on, so whatever reason she had to push him away, he wouldn’t be able to find out. “Well I’ll never know what happened now, will I?” Maverick looked at Jordan’s hand as he said to had over the flask. “What makes you think I have one, Jordan?” Maverick couldn’t necessarily deny it. He did have one on him, but as it was a funeral the small part of him that was thinking clearly to some extent knew that he shouldn’t drink while he was there. Maverick waited a moment and since Jordan didn’t seen like he was going to let up about it, he grabbed the flask he had and took a drink of the liquid inside, swallowing a couple pills from the bottle he had in his pocket. “Why should I hand it over?”