August 23?

Jackson stared in wonder at the bottle that had just appeared in the replicator of the room he shared with Aria. Usually, when he asked it for bourbon, he got, at best, whisky. But today, it seemed that the damn machine had decided it would be his lucky day. That was a bottle of Woodford Reserve, Woodford Reserve Master's Collection to be exact, which could only be an even better thing.

Just as he reached for the blessed bottle, their door slid open to let Aria in, and he smiled over at her. "Gotta love your sense of timin', darlin'," he told her, and victoriously held out the bottle, jiggling it a little as he turned to grab a couple of glasses.