"Don't look at me like that," Blaise ordered, "you're going to get what you want and I'll do it how I like. And this," he raised his glass and took a second sip, "is how I like. But of course, for you we can do things a little differently." He watched as the wormwood hit Draco's brain with surprising speed and smiled slowly, "Of course it's brilliant."
Blaise then turned back to the bartender and signaled for his finest vodka, figuring he doesn't want Draco to hit to floor just yet. A whole bottle of it and two shot glasses, which all appeared quite quickly. Then he poured out two shots and put one in Draco's hand, "Bottoms up."