Liz raised an eyebrow at that. "I don't know if I want to know how many you had a week and a half ago," she told him. "Good liquor like whiskey is already hard to come by. You gotta make that shit last. They aren't making anymore, you know."
Of course she was teasing. But Liz couldn't help but wonder just how many Sid actually had. And if he had more than one, then why did he burn through them so fast? And, more importantly, without her?
"No, I don't care," she finally settled on. "I'll just take some now and forget that you didn't care to share before."