One of Reggie's BIG vices was alcohol. It had been since he was in his early teens. His liver likely looked like something shrived and black. Everyone had their vices, his was just a little more addictive than most. "Never know who will listen to you when you put something a certain way."
"Oh don't worry, I'm pretty harmless," he said, grinning as he took another small sip. This glass he would savor...and then he would steal the rest of the bottle and find his way to whatever room had been given to him. "I mean, even when I'm out of jail, the worst for me is that I'll likely never be allowed near a car again." He was pretty sure his license was suspected for life. "I may have to see that doctor then, especially if he can do anything for migraines." The alcohol likely wouldn't help, but he really didn't want to hear that.