"Black Label?" Spin blinks, accepting the glass and peering at it curiously. "I haven't had Black Label since that one time me and my teammies broke into our CO's safe and stole the stash."

Before that? The fanciest drinks Spin's ever had was the illicit stuff laced with circuit speeders. It got him through some rough work days at least, even if it was just barely.

"You know, if your CO's Razorclaw, you should never, ever steal his booze," he remarks, swirling the engex in the glass before letting his mask split so that he could take a tentative sip.

"Haha, wow," the heli rasps as it burns down his fuel intake. "Okay, that's good."