Patrick leaned forward eagerly then, watching Fitz set up the wheel. True he didn't know what all the bottles were, but it was very rare he met an alcohol he didn't like. Hell, he had spent many a night curled in Alcohol's very embrace, and if he ever stopped drinking for too long, he got so ill he couldn't function. Drinking was just part of being Saint Patrick.
"I am not about to put up a fight," Patrick said with a smile. "Fuck my shit up as much as you want!" It wasn't like there would be consequences.