There's no way that Sharky can do any sort of sitting around, as he'd probably been like, five minutes from trying to get shit together to brew some toilet wine before running into Marc. Also, the ship would always respawn drinks and shit after they left the area -- maybe this is the same thing? Maybe he's got to really want a beer when he goes in to have one appear?

He has no idea. Magic is fuckin' weird, man.

"Better than pacin' around here, stressing myself out. I knew I shoulda been pacing myself, man... I knew it. But there's just... so much free booze!!!" He heaves a weary sigh. "Now I guess I know better..." (No. No, he doesn't.)