If anything, the red jumpsuits are the great equalizer. It's the ones who don't have to wear them that Alcide knows to question more so than the others. If he could choose though, he's not too picky. Jeans and a western shirt or tank top or tee shirt are usually his go-to when he's wearing clothes at all - which, to be fair, a lot of the time he isn't for ease of shifting back and forth.

He chuckles, deep and amused, when she says if she was ten years older. It's not the first time he's thought the same thing. "Right back at'cha Zee." And he means that. His fingertips continue to press into the arch of her foot and smooth over muscle. "I've never had any luck with bein' a keeper though. Just isn't in the cards. I'd like to keep you around though."

Zee's words start slurring and Alcide is so very amused as he takes the bottle back to take a healthy pull from it. He sets the bottle aside and pulls her close to him, pretty sure she's about to pass out and wanting to give her something other than the floor to lean against. "You've got me, Zee. Come here." His life here would suck without her too. She's become irreplaceable in his life and that means a lot to him.