Ah, yes. Well. That explained a good deal.

"Yeah, I've experienced the Long Island." Despite the fact that Falcon tended to prefer his drinks without mixers (as evidenced by the scotch-on-the-rocks he was currently nursing), he'd been around the block as far as alcohol was concerned. He flagged down the bartender.

"You'll have to let me finish this first," he said, holding up his index finger and downing the rest of his current drink. There. Finished.