Desmond sighs, smiling. He should've guessed this might happen. Still, he slaps a few juulan on the bar, putting his bandaged right hand next to it to rest. "That'll work, though in the future, you might wanna consider lying. Someone asks for something you can't get? Just give 'em close enough, and lie. You'll get a lot more business that way."

Desmond had never really had to lie at Bad Weather, except for those times when they'd run out of whatever name brand liquor was popular at the time during happy hour, but that hardly counted as "lying", considering their usual clientle.