"Missed alcohol that much?" He hears you tease as his hand grips the glass bottle, easily taking another swig. "You could argue that, beats the piss ass liquid those scientists claimed was water." All Ben wanted to do was track down his old team, see what they had become. Yet here he was, stuck in some shitty motel room with one of Butcher's lackeys. Almost one drink away from losing his goddamn mind again. "It doesn't taste the same as I remember. Did beer recipes change too?"