Johnny thought about the solution Mary came up with, then nodded. It sounded like the ideal place. Out of the way. With a spot to hide their - his - empty bottles. Probably wouldn't even be able to hear them upstairs if they got a little too giggly. Which, if their last round was any indicator, would happen.
He followed her into the store, nodding to the clerk as they walked past. Johnny knew that the way he was dressed was not really the ideal look one wanted when wandering into a liquor store. He tried to make himself look pleasant and not-robbery.
"Is there a lock on the door so we don't get some brilliant idea to go upstairs and poke at angels?" Johnny asked with a smile.
There was a pause at the whiskey section as he looked at something called Fireballs. It intrigued him. Cinnamon flavored whiskey? He could do that. He picked up one of the bigger bottles.