Lucas frowns, and looks at the bottle. "Shouldn't he buy me dinner first? Oh well, I'm not judging..." He giggles again, and brings the bottle to his lips, and stuff happens. And then he takes another deep swig from the bottle, muttering the word "sorry." "Okay! Now, I dare you, mister complicated name, to make out with... Drum rolls, please... Ling!" He giggles more, and takes yet another swig from his wine.