"Fine fine."
He sighs and takes a washcloth off of the bar counter, and gets to work washing up the Liberty Ale spillage. Once he is done, he sets the cloth back down, and sits back down to take another drink, which upon doing so, spills even more. He says nothing, hoping Tharog wouldn't notice.
Seeing Tharog facepalm, Sam figures he saw it. Quickly walking over to the cloth again, he cleans up the mess, and puts the washcloth back in it spot, now somewhat stained with the color of Liberty Ale. Sam sits down and takes another drink, this time making sure not to spill any.
Sam quickly drains the first drink, and grabs the second drink.
"Thanks Tharog. For the Legion!"
With that, Sam quickly raises the drink as if toasting with an invisible man, and empties the drink of any Ale it had once held.
Tharog looked up from behind the bar. He looked at the beverages in store, though a bit and then finally decided on something. He grabbed a bottle and filled a glass from it. He shouted something to the kitchen and walked to Dane.
"I got this fer ye, Coalition Vodka, 60%. And regarding the meat... well.. it'll take some time to prepare... the biggest thing we have is.. uh well... big.."