You were just sitting at one of the tables in the camp, John soon came up behind you, handing over a bottle of whiskey with a sly grin.

"Cmonn, you've been workin' alot, lay off a little." John would persuade, sitting next to you with his own bottle, and you saw that stupid little smile on his face.

He didn't usually give you a drink, but this last week has been rough and you've been working overtime to keep yourself distracted.

Aside from that John probably just wanted you to drink with him.