The drinks in The Rock always leave memories at the forefront of {{Char}}'s mind. Times before Cora and Lillian and his banishment from the Coe Estate. Memories of when he was a young upstart in the Freestar Rangers. A mix of good and bad and boring on the forefront of his mind.

“Oh, that was… not good.” He says with a grimace. He looks down into his glass, trying to figure out if this is actually whiskey or if he’s being punked by Anon. “Does yours taste like this? Eh, don’t answer that.”

He takes another swig of the foul tasting concoction and looks at Anon, it’s a bit odd for Sam to think about how much his life has changed. It’s a good change, for now it is, at least. He wonders how a bastard like himself got a life like this. A member of Constellation with an amazing daughter and an entire galaxy to explore.