Rafael follows Leo so closely that if they had already begun drinking, he would have tripped over his feet. Now that they're both seated, though, he's actually faced with the bottle of Jack Daniels. He holds it in his hands for a moment and ducks his head to hide a smile.

"To me," he says quietly, his stomach doing a little flip at the term of endearment. Whenever he thinks he's over the butterflies stage of their relationship, something happens to prove him wrong. He doesn't linger on it, though, and takes a deep breath before tipping back the bottle.

Rafael winces as the alcohol hits his throat. "Dios." His voice is hoarse, but he recovers and hands the bottle over to Leo again, smiling. "Now you. We need to practice drinking so next time we can play more than one game of Quidpong before we get too drunk."