Lavender snorted a laugh, she took the bottle from Jack and quickly poured both of them a glass.
"I was stalling for your sake," she handed him the glass, and her grin widened. "The real kick usually starts after the third sip."
Deep down, Lavender actually did hope Jack would be able to beat her in this challenge. She wasn't exactly sure why, maybe it was the prospect of having another non-magical drinking buddy. She'd felt lonely in the Hyperion lately. Maybe having someone non-Hyperion to spend time with was what she needed.
She put the bottle on her bedside table and sat down on the middle of her bed, crossing her legs, and took a gigantic sip. "I should probably warn you, I might have an unfair advantage over you when it comes to drinking."