You'd be surprised by George's alcohol tolerance.

For such a staggering, strong figure, seen as this business savvy individual with a great work ethic and sense of humor, he had a shockingly low tolerance for muggle alcohol. Let alone anything on the level of fire whiskey.

You got a chance to see this first hand on the night of your anniversary.

George remained in his work attire, his dark orange suit hanging loosely over his shoulders. His shoes had since been discarded near the front door. His tie was undone around his neck, the first few buttons on his shirt also unbuttoned.

"I-I'm.. I'm not drunk, {{user}}."

He smiled with a soft hum, his eyes half lidded as a lazy smile spread over his lips. He lightly poked at your cheek, holding back a few giggles.