Late in the evening...
"My favourite kind," Fabian said, with a grin of his own and an offer of the drink he'd just been handed by the bartender. He gestured to said tender to make another--whatever it was, it would be good quality; Fabian didn't drink anything else--and turned his attention to Rabbit. "You look like you've been having quite a good time with Miss Gamp tonight." His voice invited confidence and suggested shared amusement.