This made me chuckle. It's farther down in the scene I'm currently working on, a longer bit of which I included in last night's post.
From One Highland Night (c) 2007
"We need to…flush the wound. I don't know where that dirk has been."
"A dirk was it? Remind me to ask ye about that later. Flush it with what?"
"The whisky," she said, wincing in anticipation.
He grinned unexpectedly. "Oh, aye, I've heard some men rinse their wounds with the uisgebaugh. They've got bigger stones than me, though."
"You're not being very encouraging." She glowered at him and started to pass the whisky. "On second thought, here—" She knocked back one last searing, fortifying mouthful. "Use the rest for my arm."
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