"Vodka," Raff told her. "Highest proof of the stuff y'can get in stores. Takes a bit when you're a vampire, y'know, to get you nice'n fuzzy like you can when you're human. But hey, it's not poison for ya, just take a bit of gettin' used to is all. And a lot less of it than it takes me, that's for fuckin' sure, but a sip or two won't harm ya."
Wouldn't harm any of them, though the redhead especially looked like he might fall over at the first sip or two and then the whole recording part of the business would never get underway. Raff had to admit that he was curious about that bit, so he didn't want to be the reason that it never happened. He pointed at the boy—Dillon, that was the other friend, right? The dark-haired fella had already said he was Ash so that only left him with one choice. Raff could solve a mystery if there was only one choice. "None for you."
"What? I mean..." Dillon blinked in confusion, not sure if he wanted to be grateful that he wasn't going to be expected to try whatever had made Claire make that face or offended that for some reason the vampire didn't think that he was man enough or whatever to take it. It took a little bit of wavering back and forth, but eventually he decided on extremely grateful. "You know what, that's totally fine, that's all yours, dude."
Raff had planned on sharing, otherwise, but... maybe the boy had a point. Maybe it was safest to keep it to himself altogether instead. He doubted anything else that had here would be strong enough for him to really feel it. For him to be good and tipsy and disoriented and for the world to be that little bit more blurry and tolerable. Not that it wasn't just that little bit better than normal with Claire here with him, her smile and that gentle cheerful attention she paid him.