"Morag?" Myron repeated, a little amusement showing through on his face before he managed to catch himself, "Well, I think I should get a pass for forgetting it, a bit of an unusual one isn't it? Scottish?"
He pulled Morag to an empty part of the bar and signalled the bartender, who was quick to ignore the other patrons in favour of the man paying her. Within moments they had two glasses of Kir Royale in front of them. "I know it looks impressive, but most of this came along for free. You'd be surprised how eager people are to donate time and products.. especially when it'll benefit them..." He nodded slightly to the rows and rows of champagne, each carefully positioned with label out, the branding visible wherever you looked around the room, if you were looking for it. Myron had to admit he was impressed, it was almost subliminal.
Perhaps he was showing too many cards, and should have instead just graciously accepted the compliment. He had been careful not to drink too much, but he was still merry, and didn't much care to lie to the girl he was using as a deflector shield. "I doubt anyone will forget how delicious the drinks were, or how good they felt doing something special for charity, whilst really just selfishly enjoying themselves at a party."