[ he'd almost feel bad, if it wasn't fun to see abel's sleepy face all twisted in confusion. he's not a sadist though ( not as OPENLY, not anymore ), and while abel is looking up at the ceiling, he fetches the cup of ice back out from where he's stowed it and gives it a shake, rattling the ice around in explanation. he's been up to no good, sorry. ]

Here, [ and he hands the cup over, at that: ] Make sure you have a few, stay hydrated before you go back to sleep. Those mixers at the bar from that fellow are capable of killing a tiger with just one whiff.