As long as the whiskey lasted, so would Greg's company. Of course, half a fifth wasn't as easy to take, on as many pills as he'd taken to get to the studio, and he could feel his head swimming where he sat. He closed one eye to see if the changed perspective would help things stay still. No dice.
"Huh. Good shit," Which was to say, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. At least not safely.