Sassy's Up Late Again

Was there a pool going about how long it would take Shitfoot to go out drinking again? Whoever had their money on 7 days wins the prize. He called a cab the instant I got home from work tonight, and is out on the town again. He had bought a six-pack of Dos Equis sometime this afternoon after I left. I had to double check the liquor cabinet just to make sure I hadn't misinterpreted his actions last week. Sure enough all my good liquor, down the fucking drain.

Feel free to email me ideas of plausable solutions when he's too hung over to babysit in the morning.