JJ: West Hill puts out a fine product, if you can get your hands on any of it.

Cullen leans his head against the wall, sighing quietly.

JJ: Shame I don't keep any in my quarters, come to think of it.

He trusts himself not to overindulge; that's not the problem. Just that he's not sure he could keep it down, and that's a waste of perfectly good liquor.