[And Carlos is in Annie's tent, shirtsleeves rolled up, tux jacket off, and his vest unbuttoned. His tophat is sort of thrown on top of his coat off to the side, and he's fully aware he's bordering looking like one of the rousties (heaven forbid) with how unkempt he is. He's in a staring contest with a bottle of juice that he's been adding moonshine to, so he could sneak it out in public without anyone questioning him on it.]

I guess people find salvation in the strangest places. Here you go... [He offers the last half of the bottle of straight-up hootch to Jim.] I was saving this for a special occasion. I suppose this counts as one.