Andrei & Ashton
Irritated that he hadn't been told how he was meant to drink it the first time, Ashton scowled at Andrei when his tone became accusatory. He watched as the vampire took his own large swig, followed by a sloppy belch and if Ashton had had his dragon form with spikes, they would have flared up in annoyance. That was rude even by human standards. But Andrei was a rude person, Ashton had discovered. He should not be surprised.
"I don't, I..." he put a hand on his belly, looking down at it as though he expected the skin to be glowing through his shirt and sweater. "Yes. I feel it." Confirming with a nod, the warmth spreading to his head, Ashton tilted his chin in a haughty manner, "It's fine. Give me more." His instructions were not a request and he reached again for Andrei's flash, determined to decide if this wasn't just some trick or if it was really the bourbon that was making him feel so warm.
He drank again, this time tasting it more, holding it in his mouth a moment before forcing it down. It still stung and bit like fire and Ashton blinked, then shut his eyes, a growl rumbling from his throat. The warm feeling came again, stronger, and Ashton's mouth curved into a small smile. "Fine. I won't punch you."