I'm somewhere in a hotel room, having a drink with Victor from the climbing club. I drink one beer, and then I'm about to head back to my room, but I want another beer to take with me. I ask him if I could have one of his, as it would save me walking up to the store for just one beer.

He opens his fridge but doesn't quite seem to offer me one, like he's sort of trying to talk me out of it. There are four or five different types of beer in there, just like one bottle of each. The only one he suggests I should take is a larger bottle, and I don't want that, so I'm saying it doesn't matter if it's not that good of beer, I'll just take a small one.