"Hey!" John moc pouted. "I'm no lightweight thank you, Mr Banana Fancy. 'S gonna' take far more than that to get me drunk. Or even tiddly," he said, weighing it up. Jamie'll string me up if I drink too much. Or if I behave," he giggled.
He winked. "Seriously, 'm okay for it, Doc, 'm not gonna' molest you, if that's your worry."