“It’s gotta do with the thujone content. You can check, but most’ve them in the states don’t have that anymore.” For someone who barely drunk, Xander sure as hell knew a lot about booze. It was part of the job, he supposed. Or the lifestyle. “You find real absinthe, you can con someone into drinking it.” Not me, though, he thought to himself. If that was something she wanted, he was sure she could find someone in this city to do it pretty easy. 

He sipped his cranberry and tonic water, “I’m not a bus guy, really. Bikes are more practical pretty much anywhere.” Of course, there was his old favorite GTO, but he couldn’t just drag that around the world with him, he’d stick out like a sore thumb, and that was just a bad idea.