Anders smirks and repeats the action, uncorking the other bottle and taking a swig from it, sighing in relief.

"Maker, I needed that...Cullen was drinking in front of me to taunt me, I swear. Prick. What does your sister see in him, Sol?"

He shrugs, taking another swig.

"Still, I owe her...and he is helping us escape, so he can't be all bad."

Nellie blushes and smiles a little bit at that. She'd never thought of herself as beautiful...pretty, yes, but Solona was the beautiful exotic fiery one. There really wasn't any competing with her.
She felt a bit bad, just sitting and eavesdropping on them, but she wasn't sure what she'd say if she went down...and it was weird being at a bar and not drinking.

Still, Nellie doesn't move just yet. She's a bit curious to hear what else they say...