"All right, I won't start up any fights if this shit's good." Taking the glass, Tequila gave Azrael a small nod, then gulped it down. The burn was satisfying and it had a good, strong taste. He hollered as he slammed the glass down.
"Whew! That'll put some hair on yer chest! Azzy, I think you need ta drink some of it. S'pretty good!" He slid the glass over to his friend. "Okay, not like tha vodka back at my place that'll get'cha sloppy drunk, but this shit's good! It's like a somber sorta drink, like I should have a pipe an' shit an' look all proper! Can you even read that label?"
Well, whatever it was, it was damn good. It reminded him of Statesman Kentucky. The age probably helped. "Didn't you say you were gonna drink wi' me? Pour yerself a glass! Hell, I'll even pay fer yers! An' bring out some whiskey. I ain't into the fancy shit. Jus' a good ol, Kentucky whiskey is all I need!"