Ron went to raise his glass of water, then frowned at it. He wasn't going to toast tits with water, that was just rude. Looking around he snatched another patron's half-drank bottle of firewhiskey and raised it in reply. "Melin bless 'em all."
He downed the bottle and dropped it behind the counter before his neighbor would notice the missing drink - this was probably not good, but like hell was he going to stop any time soon. As long as he could show up for training in the morning, he wasn't going to slow down.