He'd nearly forgotten how nice it was to get out of the house. Not that he didn't love spending time with Mariela, and now that they had Cassie it was almost like having a family. Funny thought, really, what with Mariela being unable to conceive and all. Somehow they'd landed a teenage pseudo-daughter without having to deal with all the messy parenting business.
Snorting at the thought, he took a long pull off his drink and made a little approving noise at the way it burned. "Good shit, isn't it?"
And it damn well better have been with how much it had cost him. Catching eyes with the waitress, he signalled for another round as Cassie finished her drink. The girl had spirit, that was for sure. Without missing a beat, she asked if that was all the drinking they were going to do. He was half tempted to tell her that, no, he had just signalled for drinks when she proposed having a drinking contest. Nearly laughed at that, he did, because if there was one thing that Archibald Walker Rigby was good at, it was drinking nearly anyone under the damn table. He'd done it many times in many different bars with people far better at holding their liquor than the teenaged girl across from him.
Even so, he grinned and nodded. "Sure, if you think you can take me, let's do it."
Grabbing the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he pulled the ashtray on the table a little closer and lit up. "I have to warn you, though, I'm going to win and Mariela is going to be mad at me for letting you even try."
That wasn't even a challenge, per se, just a fact. It was clear that Cassie had never really drank before, but he wasn't about to call her on it.
Instead he waited for the waitress to come over with their drinks and handed her a rather large sum of muggle money. "Will you bring us the rest of the bottle, sweetheart? And probably some water."
He ignored the rather concerned look the woman gave him, and turned his attention back to Cassie. "Cheers."
And he downed the second round just as quickly as the first.