"I'm sure," she said, not quite sure if she wanted to get used to the taste of it. It wasn't like she didn't like to let loose but these days, well, she preferred to have control over the situation. She supposed it was a result of being cursed and having her body used for something other than what she wanted. It might not make sense to others but she hated being out of control. It scared her.

George nodded and understood. "Well, I think it'd be brilliant if you stuck around." He glanced around he messy room. "If I ever get this place inhabitable, you can kip out in the other room." He winked. "Or with me. Whichever you prefer."

Looking around he grimaced. "Well," he said, pouring more drinks. "I suppose we should get started." He looked at his two friends. "One more to get your courage up. Bottoms up and to bagged pixies!"