Blackout 
West Point Castle 
The owner looks up at Sia. 
"I know who you are. Doesn't change the fact that he's not allowed to drink here." The owner opens a sort of briefcase and pulls several bottles down from the top shelf. "But, if both he and the bottles were to leave third establishment. Well not much I can do about it, is there?" The owner slides the briefcase to Sia. Gin tugs Sia's pantleg and nods towards the door. 
"I know a spot."