It took Scope a moment longer than necessary to realize that the sauce in question was of the potent variety. He waved a hoof dismissively.

"Since you have found us a destination, Love, then I shall volunteer to be tonight's "designated driver", as it were."

It was his customary position for two reasons. The first was simple self interest: he had no desire to muddle his skills with alcohol. The second was simple preservation: someone needed a clear head to prevent the preventable. He trusted his squadmates to be responsible, but accidents happened.