Reb stooped to pick up one of the boxes, glad that weed didn't weigh much. He carried it over to the stage area and slid it behind so it was out of sight, standing back to let Orion do that same.
"I do partake in the odd libation and have mine already put aside for save keeping," Reb replied with another wry smile. He drank but much. He liked to keep his wits about him at all times and too much alcohol tended to dull them. Of course, he had drank a few people under the table in his time... not necessarily keeping to the rules though - he did grow up as a con after all.