Liquor from a glass. The idea seemed so foreign to Misha, although he knew that probably said something bad about his drinking standards. He was too used to guzzling it back with Kea.
"Well, you have my vote. Hand Parker's ass to him," he said, raising the glass in a kind of toast, before he knocked it back. He smirked at Michael's small sputter, reminded that his brother's social life, and his own, were very different.
"So tell me a little about this date you went on. You're not defiling my student body, are you?"
The idea was laughable, primarily due to the fact that Misha had already 'defiled' a good number of his current students.