Reno? Reno was totally sitting on his bed with all of his bottles of booze spread out in front of him. He was alternating between sucking back a swig from a bottle of tequila, and then washing it down with a mouthful of rum, and then licking his lips and looking rather perplexed.

"Still taste like tequila," he mumbled, then looked up at the door. "S'not locked, zoto!"

As though it ever was?