"And thank God for that," Tony raises his glass in a small toast to that fact before taking his own sip from the glass. A little too sweet for his taste, but still delicious and most importantly, alcoholic. His very best friend in the place. To be perfectly honest he wasn't sure he would be able to handle it otherwise. If, of course, an argument could be made to say that he was even handling it now.

He takes another long drink and studies Draco over the rim of his glass. "How old are you anyway? Like 15? Should you even be drinking?" but there is a smile on his lips. He knows Draco is older and that... well... he wouldn't deny pretty much anyone a good stiff drink in the place.

He's never claimed to be a good influence on anyone.