Zane/Daniel
Some kind of social reflex kicked in; as soon as Daniel raised his cup to take a drink, Zane copied him. It didn't taste like anyone had spiked the punch yet, which was good. They had plenty of the evening to get through and Zane could drink at a Morgan/Evans level, which was more like a professional level, but even he had to pace himself if he wanted to last until the party died down. As Head of Magics, he was sort of obliged to, just in case. "Good as any. Maybe we'll get lucky."
Zane wasn't holding his breath on that one too hard, either. Daniel was probably right about all the good spots being taken, but Zane had never been too particular. He'd take a decent spot, or even just an okay spot.
And even if they didn't find a spot at all, it wasn't like Zane was going to object to taking a stroll down to the lake with his boyfriend. It was the sort of romantic crap that the two of them were suckers for.
When he turned to look at Daniel again, though, Zane had to stifle a snort. "Uh, Dan, honey?"
He bared his own teeth, since it was a pretty sure thing that the punch he'd also had was the culprit when it came to the color that Daniel's had turned after his drink. Honestly, he should have been a little more suspicious about it, but it hadn't even occurred to Zane to possibly reject anything Daniel had handed him.