It wasn't often that David went somewhere without a few extra bottles tagging along with him. Cait was right in suspecting that he'd show up with extra booze. It wasn't that he didn't think they'd have nothing to drink, or even that he didn't think they'd have anything he'd like. There really wasn't much that he didn't like. Actually, he just supposed it was a nice gesture. Especially if he was planning on downing copious amounts of their liquor cabinet. He ought to bring some to share. He was being a good guest. Say what you like about David Bacchus, he was brought up well and has very nice manners when he wants to.
Tonight he'd brought with him some hard stuff. No wine this time, though it has a tendency to sneak up on people. It was, and always would be his poison of choice. That and any top shelf spirits he could get his hands on. Which didn't happen often. His father had a habit of dropping very classy liquors on him, but otherwise he was left to buy whatever he could afford. So, with him he had a bottle of rum, a bottle of whiskey, and a bottle of scotch. It was looking to be an expensive evening, but hopefully one well worth it.
David reached the house feeling only slightly cocky and knocked on the door. There was no way he was going to lose.