[Pop! There it is, sliding right from his sleeve and into his hand, grabbing hold of the nozzle. Ranma dropped down and twirled the bottle.]

Got it right here. C'mon.

[Ranma made way to his house, walking into his kitchen. Rather simplistic all things consider, but hey, it's home. He rummaged around in a few cabinets, pulling out two glasses. They're regular cups, nothing specifically made for anything alcoholic, but it'll do. The teen began pouring the rum, the amber-colored liquid filling up the glass within seconds while careful not to overflow it.]

Just a head's up. If this stuff turns out to be dangerous or poisonous or cursed, I'm not responsible.

[Should've had Cid sign the waiver... Should've made a waiver.]