[thoughtless]

Alec poured a secong glass and handed it to George. "It's Alec," he finally answered with a chuckled, "And don't let the stemware fool you, this wine is some homemade swill I traded for a basket of those tomatoes you mangled. It's not even a little bit good but the alcohol content is high."

He took a large gulp, trying not to make a face. "I'm really more of a beer guy, but you drink what you've got, right?"

He used a dishtowel to pull the tray from the over and carefully turned over each piece of chicken and slid it back into the over. He took another gulp. Man...this wine really was strong.