"Ahh." He smiles, feeling less like he's being offered a trap. Nobody just hands out their own alcohol.

"You're very generous with other people's liquor. I like that in a person. Alcohol isn't so great though. It only makes you fall over. Now Amber, Amber feels amazing." He lowers his voice confidentially.

"Though I don't miss having the voices in my head all the time. You know what? Fuck it, I'll have the bourbon."

He climbs up the bar stool, then eyes the blue drink suspiciously.

"Now that looks like a real potion."