"What would you suggest? I don't do fruity." He said as he leaned on the bar and tossed back his first scotch. "We are going to get this out of the way first thing, Weasley." he said as he set the empty glass on the bar. "You keep this a bloody secret?" he made a motion with his hand and gestured to the bar.
He pointed at her drink and nodded to the bartender. "I want one of what she is having." he said and smirked at her. When their drinks arrived, he raised it to her and smirked. "To drinking until we can't stand up straight." He didn't plan on remembering the night when he awoke the next morning.