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[ Without asking, Eric leans over and nabs a very good scotch along with a glass. He puts both in front of Liz. He knows she's not a drinker, but this situation calls for a drink and if she wants one, he'll make it available to her. HIs offer is envious and longing. He wishes he could obliterate his pain with alcohol. Blood drunk is as close as he'll be able to come and that would take far too many people to contribute. He doesn't think the prison would be terribly obliging. The stuff in the glass and the bags, in the kegs won't get the job done. ]