"Mm, clever," Justin said appreciatively, leaning over and tipping the bottle into the cup so it was about halfway full. It was very difficult to reconcile Draco's face with Percy's personality. He wondered if the mannerisms were all the same or if that somehow didn't translate, and your (new) body just interpreted those familiar motions differently. It was fascinating, in sort of a sad way.
Following Percy's lead - and thinking the other man might not want to drink anymore if Justin was drinking straight from the bottle - Justin found an old dusty vase and performed the same magic, giving him a large, clean tumbler. They were civilized adults, yes? He poured himself a healthy glass and set the bottle down within reach of both of them, planting himself on the floor with his back against a bed. He took a swallow and sighed as it burned its way into his belly.
"That could certainly be the case," Justin agreed, tapping his lips with one finger, before shrugging. "Well, I managed to make some money out of it, so at least it's not all a nightmare." He raised his glass in a belated toast. "Only most of it." He took another drink.