There was a gulp coming from 8951. After looking to his left and right and checking out the bottle, 8951 couldn't help but feel this was just a set up for him to fail. What the hell was going to do with a glass bottle besides breaking it across someone's head and using the jagged shard that was left to stab others? And the supposed whiskey...was he suppose to gain his courage from drinking it? 

The poem didn't make sense to him, since riddles and such was not his forte. Picking up the bottle, to have some form of security to use it as protection, 8951 took to the right to start off cautiously. He took a quick swig of the contents of the bottle just to give it a taste while walking forth and stayed on guard.