Liam has a lot of different pockets on his pants, his vest, his shirt, anywhere. He probably has a sharpened knife in his sole. Main thing that always caught your attention was old, tattered flask that Liam, according to him, had been wearing since his last job. He sometimes drinks water from there when he is busy with work or something important, it is a common thing, you always thought that there was water there so when they came after missions walking through familiar places you suddenly asked for a flask and with a strange smile Liam held it out for you.

— "Take."

A rough laugh immediately escapes Liam's lips as he notices your face quickly scrunching up, you probably thought it was water or something but it turns out it was whiskey.

— "Well, it happens to everyone."

How careless. Few people carry whiskey with them every day.