Bonfire: Thierry and Ellie
"Then 'dat fine," Thierry replied, thinking she was going to turn it away. He wasn't really one for pushing people to do what they didn't want to do, unless he was getting vibes that the only person holding him or her back was themselves. But then she said she'd have a little and Thierry placed a hand gently on her lower back, "'dis way 'den, cher." He guided her to where a few students were chatting casually.
"A little some'ting for 'de lady," Thierry said with a smirk and someone pulled a flask out of their jacket pocket. Unscrewing the top, Thierry questioned, "What you callin' 'dis one?"
"Sparrow," the boy said, "As in Jack Sparrow. You heard of him?" Thierry's smirk turned into a grin, "Good friend o' mine." Taking the open flask, he poured just a little of the whiskey into Ellie's cup before handed it back. The boy quickly screwed the top on and return the flask to its place in his pocket. They moved away and left Thierry and Ellie with her now spiked drink.
"Just a smidge in 'dere, but be careful. You 'tink the cider will warm you but 'dat sho' to leave you feeling snug."