Lachlan/Elliot
"I've been promised that there's nothing strange or magical about the drinks," Lachlan said, a pronouncement that might have seemed like a non sequitur if he hadn't, in fact, been holding one in each hand. He hadn't quite told Elliot that was what he was doing when he'd said he'd be right back, but after as many Camelot parties as the two of them had been to since the day he'd first touched a dragon and asked her out for coffee, he thought it was very strongly implied. There was a sort of weirdness to Camelot parties that, to be quite honest, Lachlan couldn't quite relax enough to really enjoy until he'd had something with a hefty dose of very potent alcohol. Fortunately for him, one thing that Camelot was never short on was very potent alcohol.
And yes, Lachlan knew that the drinks were usually safe, too, but if he'd learned anything since he'd started working at Camelot it was to not count on things like that. Especially once Magics had a few drinks, themselves.
He handed Elliot one of the glasses he was holding, then held up the other to clink. "So we only have ourselves to blame for whatever ridiculous thing someone drags us into before the end of the night."
That, too, was a given at a Camelot party. Typically less so for Lachlan, but Ellie generally stole Elliot away for at least one of her bits of mischief at any given party. She usually gave him a little longer to enjoy his girlfriend's company first, though, so Lachlan was going to enjoy every second of it. Maybe he'd even manage to drag Elliot into some mischief of their own, while he had her. After all, there wasn't any shortage of it at Camelot.