I'm fine! Really! These are wicked good, you know? We usually have Firewhiskey we nick from the kitchens but these.... bloody brilliant!

[Peter grinned brightly, his mood suddenly shifted. Oh, he could be a happy drunk sometimes he was finding. Of course, it all had to do with the company. A small voice told him that should he be alone with his thoughts, that happy, fuzzy feeling could turn very dark indeed.

There were two sides to Peter and it all depended on who was with him to see which side of Peter's personality would bubble up.

Peter stumbled a bit, the mask falling around his face again and he giggled.]

My friends call me Wormtail. Bet you can't guess why.