"No, not really. I mean...it might not kill you, but medically speaking- and as your current physician I would not recommend mixing your narcotics." But he did really want a drink, he thought. Turning, though, he walked with Elisha toward Wellington station as he pulled his jacket a little more tightly around him.

"But alcohol dulls the senses, so it might work just as well as a pill." Either one would do the job, so to speak.

"And, did I mention that I am off the next two days? Because...I am off." And he was not on call either. So, even better.