“Huh. I guess that works.” Rocket accepted the flask, unscrewed the lid, and took a slug.

The liquor hit his system like a freight train. No extra burn, and it wasn’t the best he’d ever tasted, but... he could see exactly - though suddenly fuzzily - what Thor meant by ‘one shot is enough for humans. One shot was probably enough for almost anybody.

Except Asgardians. Lucky bastards. “Oh, that’s nice.”