"Well, at least I've got the beer I found in my trench coat..." Nam says as he downs the beer in seconds, "Never enough..."
*continues to drink until the secret compartment is out of booze* "Haha! I have the liver of an Irish and a German mixed together!"
Claire: -sits roughly on a chair across from her, draws her pistol casually and shoots a part of the chair beside her head- you owe me a drink now...