Well we're all sailing toward our doom one way or the other. Death is at the end of every line. But we only have...one life so... might as well enjoy what we can when we can...

[another sip from the empty bottle and he stares at it weaving in place before looking up at the man]

Erm...seven?

[and then he hiccoughs and folds like wet laundry on the deck. Don't worry... he's...fine.]