"Wait. We drink to Mike first." Gibbs called after Robin, it would be as good time to bury the hatchet as any. Mike would have liked Robin, and he didn't doubt that the young man would have liked his Boss too.
He held on to Abby as he moved toward the stairs, okay so maybe he was a little tipsy. But he didn't stagger, at the bottom he offered Robin the jar. He had poured for him. Glancing at Abby, "Abbs, get mine would ya?" He nodded toward where the jar full of bourbon, and the one that was half full sat on what was forming to be the deck of his boat. They'd do this right. If he would have thought about it it would have been a round of Corona instead.