"Oh, don't worry. I won't," he said, with a real determination that Dean couldn't possibly begin to understand, considering he'd only just met him and had no idea what he was really dealing with. "I'm going to live," he said with some certainty to it.
His serious tone was soon pushed aside though, because when Dean took the cocktail he swallowed the whole lot at once. Ritchie was halfway through taking a sip when Dean ate the cup, and he near choked with surprise. He coughed and spluttered on cranberry juice, and then wheezy laughed. "Oh my God, you're hilarious," he chuckled.
Fuck, was he actually enjoying himself? That was something.
"We're big fans of cocktails where I'm from, yeah! Keeps things interesting."