[ Quentin glances over at him and while he startles at the sudden appearance, he isn't easily spooked by size or looks at this point in his life. After a few asshole dragons and gods, it starts to get normalized. Still, he's small and average in comparison, but he offers one of the bottles to the giant blue man. ]

We usually have this much down here, but it got a little depleted with everything going on. I spent my time in here with at least a few glasses a night, so.

[ It helped that at the time he had Eliot, but Eliot also drinks a lot, so it helped slow down both of their anxiety. His boyfriend is now very gone and it means alcohol is his anxiety-fix of choice. What's he going to do? Die again, this time of eventual liver disease? Alright. It'd be less graphic than the other times. ]

Most people complain about not having coffee though. We try to provide it, but it's super expensive here.

[ And right now it's not as if there's a lot of coffee opportunities or easy supplies. ]