Micah
	He laughs a bit, before breaking out into a coughing fit and laughing more. He playfully pushed her by her shoulder, before responding.
"You know what, fuck it, it's a Friday night and I've got plenty of Whisky to get rid of."
	He said with a smile, standing up and walking over to the locked liquor cabinet, reaching into his back pocket, he removed his wallet, then took out the only key to the cabinet from a flap in his wallet. He then unlocked and opened the large case, stepping away to show his impressively large collection of whiskey. He went out and bought a fifth of a different type every month, and had put together quite the collection.
"Cheap and generic on the bottom, Red label on the middle, and blue on the top."
	He stated proudly with a smirk.