There was, of course, no way to drink three shots in rapid succession without feeling it, no matter how hard a partier you were. Falcon was going to have to be smart about this, keeping tabs on how much Desmond was drinking and attempting to pace himself accordingly.

Subsequently, he watched janitorman crush the two shots before he went for his own round, taking a moment to breathe before slamming back the second.

"You do this a lot?"