"I always love a drink with an extra kick but if I start growing horns again, I will be awfully annoyed." Miguel warned them as he eyed Peter mixing his drinks with a strange amount of skill for someone he was sure was already drunk. No shock there, he drank as he worked. Peter slid the glass over to Miguel and smirked playfully at him.

"If you start breath fire, aim away from us, would you?"

"You know what? I may be having second thoughts..."

"Wuss." Peter pushed the drink even closer, hoping peer pressure would work. It normally did. and like that, Miguel was picking up the glass. Score!