"Here. Try this."
I handed over the small, green Jagermeister bottle and grinned. Because he's a good sport (and, like me, completely susceptible to even the weakest sort of peer pressure), my comrade-in-arms Jonathan Shikes screwed off the top without question and made a move to drink the mystery fluid I'd just pulled out of my jacket pocket.
"Wait," he said, some base survival instinct kicking in at the last second and stalling his hand. "Can I smell it first?"
"Of course," I said.
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