Scotty drank, jumping on his toes as he cleared his throat in the aftermath. "Sure it does! The burn is different," he told Felix, before laughing. "I don't know if that's fucking true. It sounds like something my dad would say. Would have said." He frowned for a moment, sucking on his cheek as he tried not to dwell on that downer. He found a tissue and blew his nose before he forced himself to be loud and cheerier. "Okay! Lucy, you've got dibs on if I win any fucking stuffed animals! And I have dibs ooooon..." he turned to glance back at the bar, before making a large sweeping motion to point at a bottle, "Jim Bean. Beam. Whatever." He made himself laugh as he headed over to grab it.