We'd paraded and earned it, hadn't we?
So we made a flank attack around the end of the bar, shoved the protesting barkeepers aside, and helped ourselves to bottles.
Outside, we knocked the necks of the bottles off against the concrete curbs, and drank.

Now Joe Goose and Nelson had learned discretion with straight whisky, drunk in quantity.

I hadn't.

I still laboured under the misconception that one was to drink all he could get--especially when it didn't cost anything.

We shared our bottles with others, and drank a good portion ourselves, while I drank most of all.