I didn't pick the booze! Literally three people gave an actual answer when I asked what everybody wanted, I had to give three types, that's how it worked. I would've gone for way different stuff, trust me.

[He tosses the rum over to Newt and passes the absinthe to Prussia.]

Yeah, it kinda tastes like radioactive piss plain, but...gets the job done! And not too many people actually want any of it. Gotta say, kinda want to hear more about what happened to your ass in Paris...