"Too true. This little shindig has been a lot more interestin' than some of the others." He waves the glass of blood around and it comes dangerously close to simply sloshing out onto the floor. He stumbles for a second before regaining his footing, leaning heavily on Jean-Claude.

"Remind me t'wallop whoever came up with this punch." Oh, he's going to regret this in the morning. That's not going to prevent him from taking another sip. Self-control, thy name is not Cooper.