Overheard on Houston Street

Last night, I was walking down Houston and passed by the tax place. A guy in a suit, (presumably a tax preparer) was consoling a big tough guy with a shaved head, who was weeping openly in front of the establishment.

Tax Guy: Don't worry, man. It's going to be okay.

Tough Guy: I just don't know where I'm going to get the money.

Tax Guy: You'll get it. Don't worry. Hey, why don't you come inside and get a drink? (Hopefully) A drink will help, right?

Tough Guy sniffles and nods.

Tax Guy: Okay man, come on inside and we'll get you some Hennessey.

Hennessey? Is that the preferred beverage for tax emergencies?