"Sorry to tell you, but it will take a lot more to get me drunk," Ben said, smiling at Callum. "Bartender's tolerance and all." It was true. He might be small, but it took a hell of a lot to get him drunk. Of course, it had been awhile since he'd had anything at all, but it couldn't have changed that much.
"Of course, if you'd like to test it, I'm happy to have the whole bottle to myself," he teased, because he would never drink an entire bottle on his own, at least not when he'd be expected to work the next day. "Of course, even when not drunk, I can't promise I won't break out into a bawdy pub song. I'm just warning you now."
It was good to be relaxing and joking among friends, and with another sip of whiskey he felt even more of the tension he'd kept locked inside ease away. At least for tonight, he could be happy.