Ixa looked at the guy curiously. "So you want to die stuffin' your face? What a shame, and not even with an ice cold drink to wash it down." He then began to fiddle around in one of the satchels causing the distinctive clinking sound of glass hitting glass. He then pulled out two bottles by the becks with his hand as he applied his cold magic to give them a tantalizing chill as dewy beads of condensation decorated the bottles. 

"I told you I'd pay you back, so here you go." he said to him handing to the guy a frosty bottle of beer with a cork. "I'm in a bit of rush as I got no intention of having the guilt of dead kids on my conscious, so maybe you can keep that burger warm for me. [i]But[/i] I think a drink for good luck is needed, so cheers." His teeth gripped the cork followed by a pop and some mist from the carbonation. He spat the cork out and began drinking it like it was going out of style.