The Cold Shoulder

Peyote motions with a flourish to the drinks, "Many a mighty nation, many grand adventures, many great discoveries and advancements to magic and science that lend to our very way of life began with a drink among friends."
He lifts one of the glasses, admiring it in the flickering light of the tavern.
"Ah yes, many wonders of our world can be traced back to a heavy pour. Drink to our continued existence, my friends!"
He turns up the glass, downing it's contents and placing it upside down on the table.

He turns to Zuigrii, "And here's to your continued supply of pleasant surprises!"
He lifts a second glass and downs it as quickly as the first.

"Catch up, friends! Before it gets warm." He raises his hand and waves toward the bar, "Another round!"

Storm shrugs and raises her glass, downing it quickly then turning it upside down on the table. "Sure. Sounds good to me." She reaches for the second mug. "To many adventures!" Then downs that drink before reaching for the third. "I'll happily drink to that, my friend!"

Zuigrii follows storm’s lead and raises his first glass. “To adventures.” He downs it and grabs the second glass. “And to the survival of the adventurers.” He downs it as well leaving the third on the table.