Reminds me of a long ago neighbour.
His opinion was that when a bottle was opened, the cap got tossed. No matter what. I kept a partially empty bottle of whiskey on call especially for him. The full bottle, if there was one, was kept out of sight. His visits were rarely announced.
He was hard core with our favorite weed too. If one happened to catch him leaving the driveway at about 0500 or so for his carpentry work (you know, power tools, ladders, heavy shit that can fall on you), you would notice that he was sucking on a serious fatty on his way out of the drive. The interesting thing is that some thirty or so years later, he still has all his body parts, and the same lovely wife is still with him. He was a pretty fine carpenter too. And he had a really nice dog.