It's not a hot bath, but it's almost the next best thing. Her eyes still closed, Beckett rolls her neck back and forth, tipping her head from side-to-side in a mild attempt to relieve some of the tightness creeping up on her. The whiskey is helping to numb a little, and what she can feel now is a slow burn, a vague and subtle tingling sensation starting at the middle and rippling outward to the tips of her fingers and toes, her body humming with renewal.

The singing rises in volume, and then she turns away from the stereo, crazy, crazy high and soft on her lips when she reaches for her glass and nearly pouts in disappointment at finding it empty. She quickly forgets about it as the lengthy guitar solo kicks in, leaving the glass to sidle around the table to Castle's end.

"Well, c'mon," she chuckles, reaching out for a hand to pull him to his feet and swaying in front of him with a loose grin. "I'm not going to be alone in this, Castle."