"I hope not. I might liberate some bottles before the end of tonight. Tuck them away somewhere safe to enjoy later." Charles will appreciate that, when they have a tough day. And it might work as a currency in the future too, if any of them are as desperate for proper alcohol as he had been.

"If we do, you going to be an official taster?"

The third glass goes down more easily than the first two, and he gestures for another.