"Really good and really old... Actually, I do have a bottle of scotch whiskey that could qualify, if you can handle it!"
Colin stood up from his squatting position and reaching for a cabinet directly above the fridge, pulling out a bottle that was most of the way full and two glasses. He finally made his way over to Owen's side of the territory and set both glasses down in front of them on the desk, which Owen was still sitting on top of. He went to work pouring both glasses a quarter of the way full.
"Think what you want, but this job would drive anyone to keep copious amounts of liquor in their office. And not that I could have possibly forseen this, but it's a nice thing to have when there are occasions like this. It's not everyday that you find your reincarnate's little brother."
He smiled, handing Owen his glass and raised his own in a mock salute before taking a drink from his, wincing a little as the alcohol (more like gasoline, this scotch whiskey was) burned the back of his throat.