Again Rabastan glanced around the circle of other boy’s, checking in their faces to make sure that this was what he was supposed to do. Nervously he took back the bottle, hoping that one more would be enough to satisfy Lucius this time. Maybe his last attempt had looked as weak as it had been, and this was just to prove that he really was made of stronger stuff than that. If he just took a big swallow, proved he could handle it and he wasn’t some sort of coward then they’d stop pressing the issue.
“One more!” He said, feeling a bit light-headed, and he took a large gulp from the bottle, this time the alcohol washing down easily – although it still burned his throat but it filled his stomach with a pleasant warmth. Again he offered the bottle to the nearest boy.