"Yeah, but you may have to try to not at this rate," he countered.

Owen caught the cup after a moment of hesitation, a slight frown on his face, then he rolled his eyes. "You're going to have to slow down soon. Doubt you want to drink yourself under the table before you even finish that experiment of yours. Beer, though," he continued, lifting the empty glass and tilting it toward Gabriel, "I can do beer."

That said, he excused himself and pulled something dark off the tap. He returned and set it before Gabriel, brows raised in expectation, interest and caution. It would be just his luck if this man ended up making a huge scene because he felt like getting totally plastered.