"I honestly don't know." Jiraiya said, searching out a bottle of it anyway, "I don't think he'll mind as long as you pay him for it." and poured a glass for Trowa. The kid didn't look eighteen, but he acted it which was all that really mattered in Jiraiya's book.
He considered pouring himself one and decided against it. The last time he'd had a drink here hadn't ended well.