Agatha smiled up at her boyfriend.

[i]Aww, he’s trying to help his older brother,[/i] she thought. [i]And he doesn’t even want the credit! But…[/i]

She pursed her lips, considering it. Some alcoholic drinks generally did little in the way of improving taste, and the stuff she brought, even less so. Vodka and tequila both had pretty rough flavors and usually required a chaser if they weren’t in mixers that could overpower them. Then again… Vodka wasn’t really [i]that[/i] hard to overpower, and tequila… Well, it had a tendency to slightly fry the taste buds for a few seconds afterward. Wouldn’t really [i]improve[/i] the taste much, but it might make the bad taste go away faster after each sip.

“I don’t think it’ll make it taste [i]better[/i],” she said, “but it could at least make it easier to handle.”

She decided not to ask why Lock was drinking the beer in the first place, if he needed help to handle the flavor. If it were anyone else, she would assume that the host was simply partaking to some small degree in whatever their guests brought, out of politeness. But this was a trickster party, and Barrel’s siblings were generally much less interested in being polite than he was. Maybe Lock lost a dare, or something. 

The young witch picked up Lock’s drink and gave it a small swish to see how much space there was. Lock had only taken a few sips, so there wasn’t much. But she’d be able to fit a good size shot, and hopefully that would be all it needed. She tipped a splash of vodquila into the opening as best as she could; some didn’t quite make it in and ended up pooling around the rim of the can. Once that was done, she set it back on the table where it had been.