Theo would have asked why watching Greg topple Nik every game would be interesting after you'd seen it happen for the nth time, but he was almost at that nice fuzzy place of drunk where he couldn't feel much and the stuff he COULD feel was all nice and mmm...
He neatly bypassed the order of things and took the bottle back from Greg, drinking from it in a healthy slug before handing it over to Draco. "A what in the thing?" he asked, still incoherent. He slowly slowly lay down until he was lying on his front with his chin propped up in his hands, legs brought up behind him like a small child.