He will have to try applemash whiskey. Whatever it is. The thought alone is enough for the bar: a glass appears in front of him and he drinks it in one go. Of course, mixing drinks will give him a headache, but he's got enough to worry with the past, it's not as if the future would matter. The drinks drives even more water to his eyes and they flow over. Men don't cry? Strong drinks might be an excuse.But a weak one...