Draco smirked, lifting his own glass right back. At this rate, the rest of them were going to end up mirrors of Haymitch. It would probably kill Effie to see that. The thought sort of amused the blond, and he took another long sip to try and hide the growing amusement.

"I'm 16, thank you very much." Not much older. Regardless, he'd seen some of the other Tributes; some of them were barely old enough to measure up as first-years. "And I've been swiping my father's alcohol for a while yet. Don't worry, you're not corrupting me," he stated, though not without some amusement.