"I'm really sorry to bother you so late." She explained watching him pour the bourbon generously into a clean glass. "It's just that I ran out of sugar and all the stores are closed and I have such a raging craving for baked alaska." And it's not even that time of the month she thought to herself. He turned around and handed her the drink. Nervously she took a gulp. Than she remembered that one doesn't gulp down bourbon. You're suppose to sip it and let it sloshed around in your mouth before you let it burn a nice smooth trail down your throat.