There was no use stopping Bones now that he'd given himself away as the culprit who took the whiskey from the doctor's cabinet. Like it would've been anyone else but him, but it was less fun owning up to it right off the bat.

He followed the older man into his ready room, where the jar of Georgia Moon was still sitting on the desk with the half-full glass he'd poured for himself earlier. "See? It's still mostly intact."