asgsh; because i think it would be interesting.
Ganymede didn't get out much. He never drank much, never partied, never let himself go- either seeing no need for it or finding it inappropriate. But, there was a natural mischief there, that had him bidding his roommate goodbye, and slinking out to clubs, usually just to drink or talk or get away from people. He had an affinity for wine, however, one that made sense, given his occupation. Regardless, it was nice to get out for himself every once in a while. No one demanded anything of him or expected him to act in any certain way. No one to smile at or bend over backwards for. Just the company of people who had no idea who he was, a fake ID, and a wine glass. He slid up onto the barstool- something of a feat, given his stature was a smidge shorter than the average male, and made his simple request, giving the bartender a winning smile and a flash of his ID, and that was that.
He sighed, and swished the deep red drink around after a sip, it would have tasted better had he poured it, he was sure. But this would do.