Jose was standing there.
"Look at you," he scolded her, "you're a disgrace. You've been drunk ever since Ana moved out. Give me that bottle."
He snatched the vodka out of her hand and twisted off the cap. Holding his nose, he took a swig.
"Yuck!" he said, spitting out the burning liquid. "That tastes awful."
"A-and all this time," Kate slurred, "you thought I was ha-havin' fun."