Gosh, Mozzie was being awfully kind. Or maybe she didn't want to loose another customer? Always with the negative thoughts...
Tristan laughed. Well ofcourse she did have a part in the story. "Oh yes," he said with a smirk. "I had heard good thinks about the Leaky and Mozzie this Mozzie that, so ofcourse I just had to go check it out."

One thing was for sure, she did not have problems with her selfesteem. Having confidence was poutmost importance, specially when working at the Leaky. "I'm glad to hear everything's good." He said sincere. And him? "Well...It's the Daily Prophet. You always have something to do." he subcounciously flexed his hand, all the drawing and designing was taking it's toll. He was sure you weren't supposed to hold a pen for so long every day.

And then Nathan came back with the drinks. "Thankyou." Tristan said as he reacieved the glass of...something cold. A slight frown of confusion appeared and he momentarily looked up at his buddy, but before wanting to arouse any attention he smiled and picked it up. "Cheers!" He had been expecting to feel the cup, which was now a glass, to be warm to the touch. But this was cold. What is this thing? He tried to remember what he had 'ordered', maybe he thought one thing but said another.

Slowly, he raised the glass of liquid and tried to smell it as it went up. Hopefully he didn't look strange infront of his friends, it couldn't seem right how dilly dallying he was about drinking. He took a sniff. Ooooooh, it was ICE tea. Allrighty then. Well, Nathan must have thought he asked for that, oh well no biggie.

Tristan finally took a long sip, remembering how thirsty he was. And then right as he swallowes he began to cough. Like he had something stuck in his throat. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! He had the urge to stand up, and as he did the chair fell backwards loudly to the floor. Oh how he coughed and spluttered and it made his eyes water. He remembered that taste...it was. Firewhiskey? Nathan had ordered an ice tea WITH Firewhiskey mixed together? Oh ew ew ew! "Nathan..." he said hoarse, but the choughing wasnt over yet and all he could do was wave a hand and shake his head, grimacing.

Oh he did not like Firewhiskey, not at all. He leaned against the table as the coughing died down. "Blergh!" Looking at Nathan, he found his voice. "Great...great drink. Want to try?" He still felt the taste in his mouth.

Suddenly there was someone on the ground. The chaos!
But Nathan seemed to be handling it well. Ofcourse, he's the essence of coolness. As the woman sat down on the seat, Tristan was trying to remember her name. Right, it was Arjuna. "Here," he said to the woman, "Have a drink of this, it'll fix you right up in no time..." He was feeling a little woozy. Not from the alcohol? He wasn't that weak... But woozy non the less. Strange.