Well, the mulled wine tastes terrific. Don't you at least want to enjoy your drinks? The stronger the stuff is, the more it tastes like rocket fuel.

[Not that Rhys was much of a connoisseur. In college, he'd been lucky to get into any keg parties. Working for Hyperion, he'd had to stick to the bars designated for lower-level employees. And on Pandora, he'd...well, he'd made an ass of himself the one and only time he'd had the local brew. He's a lightweight, and he knows it.]