I gave Milton the ten-cent tour of my meager apartment, and he immediately sat down at the kitchen table and began filling his glass flask up with the recently purchased bourbon.
"Hey, Jakey, sit down and have a drink with your old pal Milton."
My old pal Milton. Believe it or not, I was actually starting to think of him that way.
I grabbed a glass and dropped a couple of ice cubes in it, pouring the bourbon over them.
"Eww," he said. "How do you drink bourbon cold?"
I grinned, "How do you drink it at room temperature?"