Storyteller, fit the first

"I could get drunk if I wanted to."

I'd thought I recognized him out of the corner of my eye as he entered. He's hard to miss, and he always comes straight to the desk to tell me stories. You'll hear more from him, without doubt. When I looked up from my typing to see what Storyteller wanted, he withdrew from his pocket a small bottle of liquor.

"It's 90 proof," he told me with a wide grin.

"You can not have that in here."

"Wh... Uh... I... just had it given to me!" he protested.

"Doesn't matter," I said. You need to take that out of here.

"But... I won't drink it in here."

"You can't have alcohol in the library. Take it out."

"Okay," he finally agreed, looking contemplative. His eyes brightened, and he asked "Can I just take it out and set it outside the door?"

"No, a little kid could pick it up. You need to leave, right now."

Not three minutes later he came back and claimed his buddy had driven by, and he gave him the bottle to take home.