Finn stopped his pouring short, setting the bottle aside and trying to be casual about it. "We can't do that." Officers could. Actually, officers wouldn't pay at all. Didn't matter. Poe was just a pilot.

He wouldn't like the answer, Finn figured, but one night of his anger was better than whatever punishment those words could bring. It didn't matter how good Poe was in a fighter, not to them.

"I have to be free to take anyone who comes by," he answered, handing Poe his glass that had a great deal more than Finn's. "Officers get priority."