Peggy and Lucifer
"Fair enough point, Ms. Carter," Lucifer said with a smirk. He poured a glass of whiskey for himself and nodded. "Everything here, and then some. Most of what I prefer can't be stocked at the lounge, and I've gone through all but one emergency bottle."
He wasn't sure what he'd consider dire enough to break into his remaining bottle of Romulan Ale, if recent events hadn't driven him to it. Of course, there was the small matter of remembering where he'd stashed it.