Illy and Remy
This was no big deal to Remy. He'd been sneaking drinks since he was a teenager too. He never went off the deep end or anything. A splash or two was so tiny, that it probably wouldn't make a difference anyway.
He wasn't sure what the legal drinking age was in Russia, but he was guessing it was closer to eighteen. He shrugged and with a sploot sploot, poured a bit of honey colored delight from the flask into her cup. Two splashes. Generously given.
"If anyone asks, ya didn't get it from me," Remy said, winking at her and grinning wildly. "Wanna play Monopoly? Fair warnin', but it'd be dishonorable if I didn't tell you. I cheat like a sonuvabitch."
He usually got some combination of Boardwalk and Park Place, the four railroads, and the utility squares. Mostly through bartering and trades when someone one else ran low on cash.