"If there's spontaneous combustion involved I'm blaming you. You're the bigger name." JP replied, waving his free hand lightly in the air dismissively. He was aware that he probably didn't have any actual fans, aside from a few people he regulated the bars and clubs with. Not anymore, anyway.
At the question of alcohol content, JP shook his head, releasing a forlorn sigh. "Sadly, no. Though, I do have a secret stash if you'd like me to zip something down for you. That 'stash' however only consists of a single bottle of wine I got for Christmas this year. I don't like to keep any sort of stock with precocious little hands fluttering about." He took another sip. "So, anything new and exciting in the intense world of Warren Worthington? How was Christmas?"