"A drink?" He'd allowed stills on a limited basis, alcohol was a morale booster and had useful properties as an antiseptic if refined to a pure enough level. The stuff made for drinking had been real rotgut liquor, horrid stuff that nobody would touch if something better had been around. After the first year or two the prewar supplies that had survived the initial attack were gone and rotgut was all that was left.
It had been so long John wasn't sure he remembered what real booze tasted like. "What have you got?"