[drinking isn't usually gold's style. but eh, what the hell. what's the harm. it's not like anyone's going to talk to him anyway. HE KNOWS HE'S NOT WANTED!!!!111 (but here anyway)
and, screw it, he's feeling charitable. it's not like the musketeers are worth anything to him, anyway. so rumple's blowing harmless, colorful small fireworks around the party with casual flicks of his finger. you can touch and interact with them before they disappear, if you'd like.]