"You can't take the whiskey. It was left as a tribute. You'll piss off the ghosts and the people who left it." Rolling his eyes, he reached out and snagged the sleeve of his jacket, hauling Gabriel away from the area that the whiskey was kept and shoving him ahead. "We have to go to the basement. Now keep your eyes on the prize and the prize is not whiskey. It's that soon, we can go home and shower and then maybe I'll crack open the mini bar and you can have some Johnny Walker."

As expensive as it was, he expected nowhere else was going to be open at 4am for them to purchase anything else. Oh well, the company could handle that.