"Yes, well, it's your liver's funeral." Speaking of which, this was a brilliant time to finally gauge the strength of this body's--his--tolerance. It was true he drank alcohol like it was water, but that had been when he still had Grace, and thus an automatic filtering system. Now that he was human(ish), he wasn't entirely sure how much his meat suit could take. It would be an interesting experiment, to say the least, although he figured the has-been who had inhabited this body before him drank enough for three people.

But before that, he saw to the matter of that ridiculous hat. Which he promptly took off, detached the elastic band, and then snapped it straight at Gabriel.