"Who am I? Of course I have champagne." He makes a face at her, going a little cross-eyed from proximity. Truth be told he meant rum/vodka/gin in addition to champagne, but he realizes he'll probably sound like an alcoholic if he says that now. #Yolo. His nose brushes her cheek and that's about the time he realizes he's in very dangerous territory. He reels back all too quickly then, pointing to the remote with one hand while the other combs back through his hair. "You can pick out something else, if you want. Or music or-- Yeah."

He moves away, glad enough to slip behind the bar, especially when it feels like some sort of deranged homecoming. Which is where he finds the cards, go figure. "Make a wish," he announces before popping some Korbel, filling two glasses halfway and going back in to hunt down vodka matching Pepper's specifications. Clearly she doesn't get a choice in this matter. At least for the first drink.