As Faolan agreed, Lucien's expression immediately brightened. He didn't feel that bad about convincing him, after all if Faolan had [i]really[/i] been completely against it, he would have said no to this little endeavor. There was something about the smirk Faolan had on his face that made him almost tempted to bring out his competitive side more often. He watched as the bartender returned to hand them their bottle of whiskey. It seemed like he expected them to get through it one way or another. At the Irishman's challenging tone, he simply smiled. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm quite alright, I said I was having what you were having."[/color] He said, before lifting his glass in Faolan's direction.

[color=burlywood]"Sláinte."[/color] He said in Irish, waiting for Faolan to drink it first to see how it was supposed to be done. He knew not all alcoholic beverages were drank the same way, that was something working in a bar in the past had told him. Seeing him chug the drink, Lucien then did the same, though he couldn't help but scrunch up his face as the liquid almost burned his throat. It was a completely different feeling than wine, that was for sure. 

[color=burlywood]"That's.. certainly something.."[/color] He said almost a little hoarsely, letting out a few coughs. [color=burlywood]"But I can take it."[/color] He added, clearing his throat afterwards. It would definitely take some getting used to, though.