He reached out to pat his fellow saint's cheek firmly, "Oh, you sweet, innocent babe in the woods." Alright, so he was only about 150 or so years older than Patrick but that was neither here nor there. With his connection to bachelors, they were both so inundated with alcohol it wasn't funny. "You're going to regret these words. So, ground rule. You drink what you get. There's no respinning unless the spot is empty. There's no trying to change it. And there's no smelling it to try and get something better."
Chris poured each cup perhaps a little too full. There were some nice ones in there too, like the maple whiskey which was dangerously delicious and some grape flavored thing that was a bit like the good cough medicine. Everclear was in there too. If they weren't saints, someone might've gotten alcohol poisoning.