Gabe finished the last of his drink and slammed the glass down on the bar with enough force to make the bartender jump, eyes narrowed slightly. "Because there's a special ring of Hell designed just for people who waste good alcohol and frankly, Max, I don't like the idea of Hell that much."

He paused. "Now lean forward a bit, because if I try it right now, I'm gonna faceplant on the floor and there's nothing sexy about that."