Hmm? Aren't you comfortable? [Shanks practically made a bed on the floor. They might not be sitting on a mattress but it's almost pillow fortress level comfort.]

Here, finish it. [He drags the bottle of booze over, nudging it in front of Buggy. Let it not be said that he plies unsuspecting friends with alcohol... but hopefully finishing the whole thing will temper Buggy's irritable mood and get him to relax a bit. Enjoy this moment with Shanks.]

They'll let us spend the night here, so. Don't worry about getting drunk. [Because it's safe to assume Buggy has no life and no plans for the rest of the week, right?]