[ Reaching out, Harry takes a hold of the base and twists the bottle around, trying to get a better look at the label, before deeming it good enough for consumption that evening. ] Oh, stuff the pomp and circumstance and give me a glass before the ice melts.
[ Forever ruining all John's moments: that would be the wizard currently leaning all over the table with cockeyed leers and a permanent dare in his voice. At least he's not getting grabby, though his initial acceptance of the alcohol is peppered with apprehension. He's got to be careful. No sense in inhibiting his senses, not when whatever he'd sought refuge from was still out there, presumably still waiting. He didn't know for sure, and it made him twitchy. A drink to calm the nerves, if anything. More like, 'give him a glass before he changes his mind.' ]
It's perfect middleground. Otherwise they'll be bickering about location location location...
[ Forever ruining all John's moments: that would be the wizard currently leaning all over the table with cockeyed leers and a permanent dare in his voice. At least he's not getting grabby, though his initial acceptance of the alcohol is peppered with apprehension. He's got to be careful. No sense in inhibiting his senses, not when whatever he'd sought refuge from was still out there, presumably still waiting. He didn't know for sure, and it made him twitchy. A drink to calm the nerves, if anything. More like, 'give him a glass before he changes his mind.' ]