Azriel had stayed near the entrance of the tent, hoping to slip off to bed once they the others found something of interest that would distract them for a few minutes. He didn't think anybody would be stupid enough to follow him and it was just a matter of biding his time.
When he saw how excited Ben was, he smiled slightly. For all of Ben's quirky habits, he was a happy person. Nice, even. It was very odd to think that he could like somebody like that.
"I already have to listen to you sing far too much," he said, forcing a smile he didn't feel. "No giving him the entire bottle. I don't want to carry his arse to a bed."
A conversation popped into his head from the other day, Charlie explaining how he had fucked a drunken Ben. Perhaps they should give him the entire bottle on second thought; at least two people would be happier come morning.