First off, have you ever had a beer with anyone? I never have. But I do know what the first beer you have with a new acquaintance is like. It's like having coffee—spastically agreeable, with all the natural human communication of a high-stakes spelling bee.
Things don't settle into any kind of tolerable rhythm until halfway through Beer Two. (Which is why I've always argued that beers should come in twos.)
Candor? Begins with beer three.
Belly laughs? Beer four.
Something you probably shouldn't say but what the hell, life is short? Five.
You think that too?! Wow, we really have much more in common than we thought—and we can totally hold our liquor! That's six.
I'm a little hazy on what happens at seven—(sometimes eight happens at seven)—but I know it's usually good. How do I know? Because many's the time I've had seven beers with a person I just met. And many's the lasting friendship that such a session spawned.
And if you have seven beers with a person and you don't like 'em? Uber away and never Uber back.
Anyway, the politician question should clearly be changed to, "Which candidate would you rather have seven beers with?"
And just incidentally, I have on good authority that Hillary Clinton once drank John McCain silly on an overnight flight.
Meanwhile, Trump doesn't drink, supposedly because he was commanded not to touch alcohol by his alcoholic older brother.
(Which makes me wish his brother had been a political junkie, instead.)