Drax and Hope
Oh boy. Sometimes Hope forgot that she needed to explain things to her big scarred alien friend here. But wait, rather than go into what 'spiking' meant (not literal, actual spikes though occasionally a hangover headache could feel like that - like a rusty railroad spike in the skull) she focused on the other important aspect.
"You've never had rum before?" she gasped. Not that it would get him drunk, surely, but still. "It's so good - very tropical. Good for summer. Once you're done with the hot dogs maybe we can try it."
Then again, if he was going to vomit, maybe not.
"But right, yeah - " She patted Drax's shoulder encouragingly. "I've got you, if you upchuck."