Deximo fiddled with his light meter and muttered some comment about how Windi was already on her third bottle of that rum.

"It's Cock Rocket. Only 40 calories," she said. Deximo had a hard time diverting his attention to the bottle she held in her hand. "See? Right there. I could drink it all night long, Dexmo. Want some?"

Deximo made some comment then (he refused to let me quote him, if you're wondering) about how he was a 'professional' and didn't drink on the job.