Reno was making a face. It was an angry face. A wee, plastic angry face that was half-soaked with scotch, now, which only slightly made this more tolerable.

"I hate you. I hate you, and I hate this stupid island, and I hate plastic, and I hate scotch, and I hate-" Wait. "No. I don't hate scotch. But I freakin' hate you right now, Boom."

His body demonstrated how much it didn't hate scotch by giving the bottle a warm, fuzzy hug.