"Right." She rolls her eyes. "I get it. I was just messin' with you." Alisha watches John knock back the beer with the smile slowly returning to her face, and breaks into a laugh when he gives his verdict.

"Yeah, no, don't worry, the beer here tastes like piss. Seems like they haven't invented a way to make it taste decent yet. I always stick to vodka tonics anyway, gets you drunk quicker and it doesn't taste like you're drinkin' ball sweat."