I tried to capture some of that in a few places in The Last Captain. Here is something I hope worked:
“True,” Venkman said as he sat in the driver’s seat.
Baptiste followed suit. The bending required by the act of sitting sent a foul belch gurgling up and out.
“Damn,” Venkman said, eyes tearing.
Baptiste smacked his lips, “Yeah. Tasty.”
“You hungry?” Venkman asked when the air had cleared.
His gut churned at the thought, “Not really, my stomach’s still a bit rough from the beers.” Actually, it’s more likely the sobz I took to kill the alcohol, but that’s just splitting hairs.
“Well, let’s get me something to eat. You know how hunger messes with my cherub-like demeanor.”
Baptiste snorted, “Sure.”
“Then we go see your brother.”
“Damn, you really want me off my feed, don’t you?”
“More for me that way.”