"Only when I lose a race, it seems. Sometimes when I'm at home." Theodore signaled to the bartender for two drinks and after a moment they a pint each and a couple of shots between the two of them courtesy of Stephen. Wine had always been his drink of choice while growing up, having a French mother would start you off at an early age. But now it was just pints and shots with the boys.
He found he quite liked it.
Glancing back at the stage, he smiled. "My father was very firm on my learning a proper instrument for a 'pureblood'. Piano. Cello. Violin. I was supposed to choose one of those. I promised to learn the piano if he let me try the guitar too. My mother had a hand in convincing him."
He looked back at Tracey and picked up the pint glass and clinked it against hers. "I didn't bring it up at school because I had a posh image to uphold back then."