"If it's alcohol, it's worth drinking." Except, perhaps, if it was rubbing alcohol, in which case he'd probably steer clear of that sort of thing.
Sid snorted and nodded in agreement. "Not ready for that adventure either. Those bastards are probably not alcohol resistant either, or they would have figured it all out already." Then again, maybe not. Sometimes the most difficult to find answers were the simplest of solutions. That said, alcohol was still probably not the cure for zombie-ism. What a nice world they'd be in if it was, though.
"Alright barkeep, two glasses of whiskey for me and my friend here," he said with some irony, since he was, in fact, the bartender in this situation. Also there weren't glasses. He poured each of them a rather generous serving and passed a paper cup to Liz.