"Raiding is so difficult though. I'll talk to Mistoffelees, he can get anything." Tugger said it in other confidence and reached for the glass, not hesitating at all before downing the shot and then letting the fire burst out above them, much like Peter.

"Don't start whining if you end up with a sore throat," Joaquin told Miguel, but at least this really did seem mostly harmless. Would still get them hammered, judging by Peter's usual mixes. "And don't throw up anywhere near my bed."