Judas grumbled and stubbed out the cigarette. There was bourbon in the cupboard. He supposed now was as good a time as any to hook it out.
He pulled out two glasses mostly one-handed. Trust him to damage himself throwing a punch, he thought as he poured out extremely generous drinks for them both. Trust him to fuck everything up again. "On the counter," he called in reply, taking his own glass back to the sofa.