They both needed a bit of liquid courage and maybe it was the feeling of anticipation that followed them, because this clearly meant something to them, it certainly was not something frivolous to him-- his idea of frivolous was sitting around in his robe whilst watching Bake-Off.

But he found that he was following the light that was Alex, drawn like a moth to the proverbial flame. It was a compulsion and those laughing eyes and a smile that touched every part of him, he trailed after. Another sip and he found it empty, and then the giddiness ran through him, tendrils that reached his brain and made him dizzy.

"Well I do love pretty things.." like Alex's perfect features.