Dominic couldn't help but laugh as Charlie straightened up like someone had threatened to apply glitter then and there. "Not in the club," he said, patting Charlie's shoulder this time. It was a good shoulder. Nice and firm. "For Genie's mate." He didn't even know who she was talking about, specifically, but that didn't matter. "Could call one of the cocktails 'glitter bomb' though," he mused. "It's a good name for one of the ones with fairydust." He suspected naming the cocktails might be almost as much fun as drinking the cocktails. Almost.
He waited until Genie was finished serving up the new cocktail, then reached past the glass to have a look at the bottle she'd poured from. "Cranberry vodka?" he asked, interested. He'd never seen that before, nor tasted it, but with the popularity of cranberry-and-spirit drinks, it seemed a good idea. "Christmas gift?" Christmas cocktails weren't really a thing he'd ever thought about - but maybe he should. He abandoned the bottle to take the glass, attempting to sip delicately but actually swallowing more of the cocktail than he'd really meant. "Mmmm," he hummed appreciatively. "That goes down much too easy."