Alaric's eyes go a little wide, as Sulen reaches forward. What are the odds that he would pick the right one? Only one in four, which really isn't all that bad when you think - and there it went into his hand.

"Actually that one's for him," Alaric said, trying very hard not to say it loud enough for his voice to carry. "Sasha said he might need a little special pick-me-up, if you get what I mean?"

He really hopes Sulen gets the idea; if not, there is a going to be a terribly tragic bout of clumsiness that will probably get stains stains everywhere.

[Heh heh. I leave it to you to decide whether attempts to stop him from drinking succeed.]