"Looks can be deceiving, Tomas." Minato smirked, trading out the empty bottle for the full one.
It probably wasn't the best idea to be drinking in front of the boy, but as he had decided he wasn't passing out he figured it couldn't hurt to have a little more. Whatever the warm liquid was the burning had stopped. Maybe because he'd burned all the nerve endings with the high level of alcohol he could no longer taste.
"How old do I look?"
Let Tomas play the guessing game for a moment while he contemplated the foolishness of only getting two bottles.