Sand puts his hand over the shotglass as the barkeep sets it down. "That didn't come from the same bottle the whiskey has been." He looks over at the barkeep. "Sir, double check this?"

"What the frak do you mean it'...oh geez." He looks a bit embarassed, then looks at the chimp. "Man, I'm so sorry. This was supposed to go over to the far corner. Geez, I coulda lost one of my best customers."
He looks at Sand. "This stuff's one of the best selling whiskeys we have for some of the more demonic clientele, but it's deadly to most known Terran species."