Re: Auction Room-Bruce Robertson
"No telling, indeed." Quin replied with a sagely nod before he decided to sweeten the pot a bit, "Though, most of the food and drink here is for the rest of the house hold..All normal folks, I promise, so if you really do want a drink of something, it'll be clean."
He paused as if he remembered something and wandered down a hall and into a small sitting room and to a small liquor stand to find a bottle of single malt whisky which he looked at quizzically, as if he didn't know how to judge the quality of the amber gold content inside though he knew for a fact that it was 25 year old oak cask liquor that was currently going for $200 a bottle.
A small gift from a college he'd done a favour for earlier that year and had little to no value to him personally which is why the house hold staff could have at it as they pleased, though few of them drank as well or as steadily as he suspected Bruce could. "We have this, but I'm not sure it meets your tastes." He offered with a fake shrug of puzzlement and held the bottle out for the fallen cop to inspect.