"One of a kind?" Draco arched an eyebrow. "You mean you can get exclusive tiny scraps of linen nowadays? How odd..." he trailed off thoughtfully, taking a drink for himself as well.
"I don't remember," Draco replied vaguely, wondering how many of these heavy bottomed glasses would be broken by the end of the night. They weren't the sturdiest cups. "We have something called a Bloodshot as well. It's whiskey and pomegranate juice, but I think that will get you too drunk, and not in the fun way." Long gone were the days when Draco tried to coerce Parvati into drinking anything involving hard liquor. He had learned the hard way the results of that.
"I think I'll save them from feeling the wrath of the gods," he joked back, guiding his wife back towards the dance floor. "Do you want another drink, or have you had enough for now?"