"They never get the real stories, so how would you know! I could be kinky as shit. I'm mysterious. I have layers. And I'm not drunk. Not yet." He took the bottle and drank deeply. It was absolutely vile, and he pulled back, gagging a little.
"Ugh, this stuff is disgusting. How do you drink this? No bubbles, no sugar, no fruity aftertaste. Gah. The worst."
He wrinkled his nose and put the bottle back down, already feeling the drink going to his head. More than it already had. Oops. He couldn't help giggling when Harry talked about dark wizards.
"You would wish that, you madman." He shook his head, baffled and amused all at once. "But you're right. We can't just sit around drinking awful whiskey until we die of liver poisoning. Either we try to go back, or we try to move on. And I have no idea how we'd do either of those things."