"What?" Wichita's got her thumb poised over the lighter, glancing at Santana with something of an incredulous look. She doesn't even hold back on the urge to snort in amusement, shaking her head hard enough to stir her bangs over her forehead as she finally gets the joint lit, brings it to her lips, inhales deep and holds just for those precious few seconds. "No, man, this stash is pure Murray. That's Bill Murray to you," she confesses, exhaling smoke with every syllable uttered, her voice only moderately hitching before she too reaches for that bottle and swigs wholeheartedly. She's going to have to find a reason to get another bottle from that Trixa chick, she thinks to herself, as the flavors hit her throat. No doubt she's going to get a pretty great buzz going.