"Perhaps it will," Byrne agreed. He didn't have any alcohol on him either. While he was a man who enjoyed a drink, he wasn't the type to carry a flask around at all times. He had a feeling, though, that somebody probably already got to the punch.

"I'll test it myself."

He walked over to the punch bowl and got himself a glass of the sugary sweet, watered down concentrate juice and then stood back by Navarre, taking a sip.

No, all he tasted was disgusting sugary water that was colored something unnatural.

"Disgusting. Needs alcohol."