Ron swayed a little, then shrugged. "Not really, but I got m'drink. So that's good, yeah?" Ron watched him take the drink in and grinned. He obviously had never drank anything before in his entire life. Nothing as strong as vodka, anyhow. "That is a muggle beverage that's not even close to being as strong as firewhiskey," he commented. Taking the bottle back, Ron tilted it upward and downed another mouthful for himself. It tasted disgusting, but it was doing what it was supposed to do, wasn't it? Ron wiped his mouth with his free hand and swayed again right on the spot.
"So, anyway, who in the ruddy hell are you? And do you like speeding boxes?"