I recall Connie saying he was ready to open the whiskey. I don't drink whiskey, because when I was 16, a very long time ago, I over did it by a factor of about ten, and since then, the slightest whiff turns me green and if I even attempt to taste it, I gagg vigorously. I left Connie with his whiskey and cigarettes sitting at the outside table. The next day, most of it was gone, but he'd thoughtfully emptied the ash tray into the bin.