"Not just him anymore," Starbuck informed them, filling her glass with root beer just because she had to know what the hell that tasted like. "John and his crazy-genius friend Daniel managed to make moonshine a while back. And unlike with Crowley, they don't seem to require any kind of tribute to get it. I've never met Crowley before though, so I don't know." Maybe she should give him a visit at some point just to scope out the rich and controlling aspect of the park..

She took a sip of the root beer and her lips puckered immediately. "Wow, that's enough sugar to put you in a coma. Oh, I should warn you though, that while the moonshine gets you plastered in a hurry, it tastes like engine fuel."