He smiled back as he moved over. "I'm not a complete stick in the mud," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I have a drink or two now and then. I think I can handle it." He chuckled softly and took a seat. "I'd be more worried if it was a game I'd lose."
Drinking his troubles away could be tempting, but he'd resisted it thus far. However, he saw no harm in a game. He usually preferred wine, but he didn't think he'd suffer from whiskey.