Adam was floating on his back, looking at the fake-moon when he noticed Pete approaching the pool. More importantly, he noticed the bottle in Pete's hand. He flipped over and swam to the edge of the pool, looking up at Pete.
"Wentz," he said, probably too loudly, but fuck it, he was tipsy and well on his way to drunk and he'd probably get even louder before the end of the evening. "What's that you've got in your hand, sir? It is glowing and I have my suspicions about its medicinal properties."