Patrick had absolutely nothing in common with Adam. Patrick was short and ginger and dubiously attractive, whereas Adam had being tall, dark, and handsome down to a science. Also he was a lot less prone to getting angry and hexing people than Patrick was. Adam happened to know this for a fact, having been on the receiving end of a harshed buzz and a fancy set of antlers. (At the very least, they'd been nice antlers, at least 12 points, should Adam have been stuck with them for all eternity.)
"That totally narrows it down," Adam said dryly, only slurring the very smallest bit. "There are lots of Muggles with hats and pipes. I bet you don't even know if he's an English Muggle or an American one. But I bet he's an English one." Adam just barely stopped himself from tapping his chin with deep thought. There was no time for deep thought.
Maybe it was unfair, because Adam had certainly drank last, and the time before that, and possibly the time before that. He wasn't actually keeping close track, but whatever. "I'm sharing. Don't be a twat." Adam handed over the bottle. Sort of. He kind of held the bottle just out of Mikey's reach, because watching Mikey struggle with his costume was sort of hilarious. After a moment of amusement, he handed the bottle over. "Do you need me to hold that up to your mouth in the future? You look like you're having a hard time." And maybe he was giggling. No, snickering. Adam didn't giggle, this was a pre-established thing.
"I don't know if I have room to eat everything," Adam said. Maybe Mikey had room in his snidget suit, but Adam had had his fill at the feast. Mikey was asking too much of him. He almost groaned.