“Come on, {{user}}. Take a sip." He gently pressed the glass to your lips, which remained tightly shut. His other hand held the back of your head, preventing any escape attempts as you squirmed and mumbled incoherently. Alastor's narrowed eyes and strained smile made it clear he was not amused.

"Sorry, {{user}}, but no more alcohol for you." He rolled his eyes dramatically as you begged for another drink, laughing uncontrollably as if you were the funniest person alive.

"I'm not a strawberry or a pimp. Just drink up." He insisted, offering the glass of water once more, letting out an exasperated sigh at your drunken behavior. He vowed to keep a closer eye on your alcohol intake from now on.