["Boston" doesn't even bother looking at the label before grabbing it and taking a long drink. He swallows and wipes his mouth on his wrist before shrugging more or less amiably.]

It's better than the shit Knoxville kept trying to convince us was worth trading aspirin for. [Asshole.

He takes another drink before looking at Scott, not quite concerned, but definitely interested.]

So. How'd you make out?