That was so thick you could put it on pancakes. And then maybe die of alcohol poisoning. [Are there cabs in space? He hopes so. He needs one to get home. And he knows in a small town it's harder to get away with a floaty-car jacking. Can't do that.]

[Alright, he finds his footing and footing and rises. Seems surprised when Boone isn't immediately ahead of him? No wait. Red thing. Red thing and OH HE'S DOWN THERE! He just had to look down a little. That's a relief. He thought he lost him there for a minute.]

Maybe from now I stick with vodka. [He feels embarrassed this happened to him on less than half a bottle. Paying! Yes. He was going to do that.]