Says who? [ Peter shrugs his shoulders, examining the label on the bottle he’s nixed, but most of the ingredients are ones that he’s never heard of — and quite possibly written in an entirely different language, some of the letters themselves don’t even look familiar. ] I’m sure I can think of someone who would call a sixteen-year-old taking alcohol a pretty big no-no.

[ But that’s probably why guys like that end up with their fancy shields stolen by said sixteen year old. ]

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but you know, it’s not as cool if you just copy everything I do. [ Peter grins, fiddling with the cap on the bottle for a few moments before finally managing to get it off, giving Leo a bit of a sheepish look as he rubs a hand across the back of his neck. ]

I mean, I’ve had champagne and stuff with my Aunt at the holidays, but since everything happened… [ He shrugs again, the tips of his ears burning with embarrassment. ] I don’t really go to a lot of parties, so I don’t do that much drinking…